The teacher was wise and learned, I wis, All nonsense she held in scorning, But you never can tell what the primmest miss Will do of a bright spring morning.
A prayer of love, O Father! A fair and flowery way Life stretches out before these On this their marriage day. O pour Thy choicest blessing, Withhold no gift of Thine,...
Praise God for blessings great and small, For garden bloom and orchard store, The crimson vine upon the wall, The green and gold of maples tall, For harvest-field and threshing-floor! ...
There's a man I know - A likeable man - Whom you meanly wound Whenever you can, Remark with malice His task is done ill, He's poor of judgment And weak of will. I implore you, now,...
Who is it says May is the crown of the year? Who is it says June is the gladdest? Who is it says Autumn is withered and sere, The gloomiest season and saddest? ...
When we were children, long ago, And crept to bed at close of day, With backward glance and footstep slow, Though all aweary with our play, Do you remember how the room -...
J. Thomas Gordon left home one day, Left home for good and all - A boy has a right to have his own way When he's nearly six foot tall; At least, this is what J. Thomas thought, And in his own young eyes...
Joe lives on the farm, and Sam lives in the city, I haven't a daughter at all - more's the pity, For girls, to my mind, are much nicer and neater; Not such workers as boys, but cuter and sweeter....
He frowned and shook his snowy head. "Those clanging bells! they deafen quite With their unmeaning song," he said. "I'm weary of it all to-night - The gladness, sadness. I'm so old...
Sweet and shrill the crickets hiding in the grasses brown and lean Pipe their gladness - sweeter, shriller - one would think the world was green. O the haze is on the hilltops, and the haze is on the lake!...