Father all bountiful, in mercy bear With this our universal voice of prayer - The voice that needs must be Upraised in thanks to Thee, O Father, from Thy children everywhere. ...
A monument for the Soldiers! And what will ye build it of? Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze, Outlasting the Soldiers' love? Can ye glorify it with legends As grand as their blood hath writ...
Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you, Sing the old song I may never forget; Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you. - Mother, O mother, Sing low, "Little brother,...
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep, Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies leap Into freedom vaster far Than the realms of Reason are!...
I find an old deserted nest, Half-hidden in the underbrush: A withered leaf, in phantom jest, Has nestled in it like a thrush With weary, palpitating breast.
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. - TENNYSON. ...
There's old man Willards; an' his wife; An' Marg'et - S'repty's sister; an' There's me - an' I'm the hired man; An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life! ...
When little Dickie Swope's a man, He's go' to be a Sailor; An' little Hamey Tincher, he's A-go' to be a Tailor: Bud Mitchell, he's a-go' to be A stylish Carriage-Maker;...
Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again, With all your harvest-store of olden joys, - Vast overhanging meadow-lands of rain, And drowsy dawns, and noons when golden grain Nods in the sun, and lazy truant boys...
The ordered intermingling of the real and the dream,-- The mill above the river, and the mist above the stream; The life of ceaseless labor, brave with song and cheery call--...
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied and whined With a bunch of stars tied to his tail;...
Even in such a scene of senseless play The children were surprised one summer-day By a strange man who called across the fence, Inquiring for their father's residence;...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo, Even as a child I hide my face and moan - A little girl that may no farther go; The path above me only seems to grow...
Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace, Prayed, fasted, and did penance dire and dread; Did kneel, with bleeding knees and rainy face, And mouth the dust, with ashes on my head;...
It's the curiousest thing in creation, Whenever I hear that old song "Do They Miss Me at Home," I'm so bothered, My life seems as short as it's long! - Fer ev'rything 'pears like adzackly...