There I halted. Further down the hollow Stood the township, where my errand lay. Firm my purpose, till a voice cried (Follow! Come this way -- I tell you -- come this way!) ...
"Owd John's got past his work," said they, Last week as ever was -- "don't pay To send by him. He's stoopid, too, And brings things what won't never do. We'll send by post, he is that slow....
Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made. "Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade? Alas! Too often nil. No time to pray; No interview with Christ from day to day,...
Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ- mas, and to-night I'm thinking of the mistletoe and holly berries bright. The smoke above our chimbley pots I'd dearly love to see,...
There's a rustle in the woodlands, and a sighing in the breeze, For the Little Folk are busy in the bushes and the trees; They are packing up their treasures, every one with nimble hand,...
"In my father's house!" The words Bring sweet cadence to my ears. Wandering thoughts, like homing birds, Fly all swiftly down the years, To that wide casement, where I always see...
See, I am cumbered, Lord, With serving, and with small vexatious things. Upstairs, and down, my feet Must hasten, sure and fleet. So weary that I cannot heed Thy word;...
Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know The Spring is rioting this hour, though I am far away -- Where all the glad flower-faces are old loves of long ago,...
One yestereve, in the waning light, When the wind was still and the gloaming bright, There came a breath from a far countrie, And the ghost of a Little House called to me. ...
Across the land came a magic word When the earth was bare and lonely, And I sit and sing of the joyous spring, For 'twas I who heard, I only! Then dreams came by, of the gladsome days,...
Into the world you came, and I was dumb, Because "God did it," so the wise ones said; I wonder sometimes "Did you really come?" And "Are you truly . . . DEAD?" ...