O beautiful woman, too well we know The terrible weight of thy woman's woe, So great that the world, in its careless way, Remembered thy beauty for more than a day....
Beyond yon dim old mountain's shadowy height, The restless sun droops low his grand old face; While downward sweeps the trembling veil of night, To hide the earth; the frost king's filmy lace...
[To the memory of Edwin B. Foster, a member of the Howards, who nobly sacrificed his own life for others, and in remembrance of those unknown to fame or friends who have silently followed in the steps of our Saviour.] ...
Oh, what would you have, you splendid sun, With your restless eyes of fire? And why do you lean o'er the lilies pale? What more can your heart desire? ...