You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…

I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…

He looks in my heart and the image… Is himself, himself, than himself… And he thinks of my heart as a mir… To reflect the image I hold most… But my heart is much more like a s…

Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…

Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish

I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,

Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,

I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…

When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window

If you have loved a brave story Tell it but rarely; And, with due faith in its glory, Render it barely. Then must the listener, hearing

We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,

O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

I dreamt last night of happy home-… Friends I had loved and had belie… Came happily to visit me and said I was a part of their fair home-co… It’s strange that I should dream…

He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…

I can’t feel the sunshine Or see the stars aright For thinking of her beauty And her kisses bright. She would let me kiss her