‘The submarine was quite within it… No matter; we are only mules And slow to understand We drown according to the rules Of war, we contraband

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…

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.

Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows

FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs… Feasting-halls where waxwings flit… But O the pine, the questing pine… To search the secret of the sun an… Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, wi…

WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…

Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,

The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…

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

Of all the happy and holy times That fill the steeples with merry… And warm our hearts in the coldest… ’Twas Christmas eve, as I live by… One by one had the drowsy oaks

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…

‘Thus far 80,000 horses have been… WHAT was our share in the sinnin… That we must share the doom? Sweet was our life’s beginning In the spicy meadow-bloom,

THREE steps there are our human… The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from th… And still it is our last, ashamed… Above that jagged stretch of red-v…

Two centuries’ winter storms have… Deep-voiced, the winds, swift wing… But though the north-east gale unl… The sturdy light-house sheds its b… And still when cold and fear are p…

I HEARD him preach in Oxford ye… A snowy-haired and tender-faced ap… I watched the beech against the wi… And listened to the throstle. And still a waving branch to memor…