THE horns of the moon are tipped With pearl. Her lover, wooed By charms and won, Endymion, Inherits quietude. White the gleam

Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time’s dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Putting Nero to shame!

IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…

As she sped from dawn to gloaming,… Did the waves from her proud bows… That her maiden voyage was tending… Where after the shock and the rend… Oh, her name shall be tale and tok…

THE darkest wood that the north-w… Hath its balsamum and its silverli… Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moo… Hath its hushful archipelagoes,

THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day’s drear… Compassionate; —The foolish day of hopes so high,

The day was hotter than words can… So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jel… The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to… A faint sea-mew - aye, though some…

(Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by… Columns of mist, all shimmering wi… Stream heavenward from the deep-cu… Between the mountains, and the vau…

The battle will not cease Till once again on those white ste… O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity’s bewildered host. Our javelins

GOD help him! Ay, and let us hel… Help him with our one hundred mill… Molded to loyalty, so that he find… The faith of the Republic pulsing… All clashes of opinion, faith stil…

’T IS the blithest, bonniest weat… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I ’ve a secret. You may listen ti… Little maiden, but I ’ll never, n… You ’ll find no more wary piper, t…

O dear my Country, beautiful and… Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love’s eyes,… Beholds more flaws than keenest H… Nor is Love’s judgment gentle, bu…

A PRAISE beyond all other prais… This nation holds in jealous trust… Who may approve himself, even in t… Swift days of destiny, the soul th… Above the turmoil of contending po…

HOPE of the Nations, lift thy st… Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee t… Of battle-anguish comes more pierc… Than even in those months of sneer… When thou so steadfastly didst bea…

Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…