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FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race. Wireless! Tireless, leaping the w…
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…
The first faint dawn was flushing… When, dreamland still bewildering… I looked out to the oak that, wint… —a winter wild with war and woe an… Beyond my casement had been void o…
HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after All your gallant glee,
I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,
THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…
[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…
THE night was loud with tumult; t… Sheer from their roots by the deli… In some waste dreamland wandered a… A smitten soul, bewildered, broken… The mists had lifted; evanescent g…
White wing, white wing, Lily of the air, What word dost bring, On whose errand fare? Red word, red word,
And what of thee, O Lincoln’s La… Is darkening above the Sunset Sea… Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplum… Thy war-crest, bow thy knee, Before God answer thee.
How long, O Prince of Peace, how… Of this wild war that wraps the wo… Fed on earth’s glorious youth, hig… —O Chivalry of Hope!— With the cloudy host of the infide…
NOT ours to clamor shame on you, Nor fling a bitter blame on you, Nor brand a cruel name on you, That evil name of treason, You who have heard the ivory flute…
ALAS, alas for those blond boys… Their prey in ambush of the shudde… Whiling the wait with merry, tende… Of some dear knot of flower-clad c… Beyond the Rhine! The merchantshi…
For the Reunion of the Bates Fam… FAR away on the sunny levels Where Kent lies drowsing beside t… Where over the foxglove as over th… The gray gull sails, is our ancien…
WE bore them their own wild heath… And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway’s dead. More than the hush of churches