Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life's elect, Nature's truth, Marching host on host, Those bright, unblemished ones, Manhood's boast, Feed them to the guns. ...
My love, my love, if you could come once more From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore, But, silent, take the comfort of your face.
O dear my Country, beautiful and dear, Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clear Beholds more flaws than keenest Hate hath known....
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore, Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there the ocean's roar....
Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants To play with, Our wee, gold-dusty flower, the yellow clover,...