O glad sun, creeping through the casement wide, A million blossoms have you kissed since morn, But none so fair as this one at my side - Touch soft the bit of love, the babe new born. ...
'Tis woman rules the whole world still, Though faults the critics say she has; She smiles her smile and works her will - 'Tis just a little way she has.
With an angel flower-laden, every day a dimpled maiden Sails away from off my bosom on a radiant sea of bliss; I can see her drifting, drifting, hear the snowy wings uplifting...
"Dawn!" laughs the bow, and we straight see the sky, Crimson, and golden, and gray, See the rosy cloudlets go drifting by, And the sheen on the lark as, soaring high, He carols to greet the day. ...
Do you know what I will love best of all To do when I'm old? At the close of day When the dusk comes down and the shadows play, And the wind sings loud in the poplars tall,...
The glad, glad days, and the pleasant ways - Ho! for the fields and the wildwood! The scents, the sights, and the dear delights - Ho! for our care-free childhood!
Not faultless, for she was not fashioned so, A mingling of the bitter and the sweet; Lips that can laugh and sigh and whisper low Of hope and trust and happiness complete,...