When your father, long ago, tried to train you - and you know He thought mornings meant for school, and not for swimming - How your heart beat loud in dread as relentlessly he said,...
"'Tis but a common thing," one coldly said, "Nay, call it not a flower - this little weed, If plucking it, I kill it, root and seed - Better the world were if it lay there dead." ...
Who then is rich, who poor? I'll tell you now Of one, a meagre life who had to live, Wear dingy garb, and scarcely could allow Himself what men call comfort; yet to give...
Sing of America, sing of our Country! Land of two oceans, of palm-tree and pine! Firm as the rock of her towering mountains, Free as her rivers from Heaven-born fountains,...