Oh, take this shell, this pretty thing With tinted waves of pearly red; Hold close your ear and hear it sing, Then tell me what its voice hath said. A song of surges deep and strong,...
Sweet summer queen, with trailing robe of green, What spell has thou to bind the heart to thee? Thy throne is built upon the sun-lit sea, Where break the waves in clouds of silver sheen...
Catching the sunbeams, oh, wee dimpled child, Gleefully laughing because they are bright; Knowing, ah! never, my beautiful pet, Ne'er can our fingers imprison the light. ...
[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, soon the forests all will boast A crown of red and gold; A purple haze will circle round The mountains dim and old; Afar the hills, now green and fair, Their sombre robes will wear;...
Oh, what is so pure as the glad summer rain, That falls on the grass where the sunlight has lain? And what is so fair as the flowers that lie All bathed in the tears of the soft summer sky? ...
The sunlight fell with a golden gleam On the waves of the rippling rill; The pansies nodded their purple heads; But the proud queen-rose stood still. She loved the light and she loved the sun,...
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? ...
Under the stars, when the shadows fall, Under the stars of night; What is so fair as the jeweled crown Of the azure skies, when the sun is down, Beautiful stars of light! ...