O Science reaching backward through the distance, Most earnest child of God, Exposing all the secrets of existence, With thy divining rod, I bid thee speed up to the heights supernal,...
The Radiant Rulers of Mystic Regions Where souls of artists are fitted for birth Gathered together their lovely legions And fashioned a woman to shine on earth. They bathed her in splendour,...
What do you think Red Robin Found by a mow of hay? Why, a flask brimful of liquor, That the mowers brought that day To slake their thirst in the hayfield. And Robin he shook his head:...
To yearn for what we have not had, to sit With hungry eyes glued on the Future's gate, Why, that is heaven compared to having it With all the power gone to appreciate. ...
Now with the almost finished task make haste. So near the night thou hast no time to waste. Post up accounts, and let thy Soul's eyes look For flaws and errors in Life's ledger-book. When labours cease,...
Alone I climb the steep ascending path Which leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngs That hurry after, shouting to the world Small fragments of large truths, there is not one...
Think not some knowledge rests with thee alone; Why, even God's stupendous secret, Death, We one by one, with our expiring breath, Do pale with wonder seize and make our own;...
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly; The road leads not down avenues of haste; But often gently winds through by ways lowly, Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste...
One decade and a half since first we came With hearts aflame Into Love's Paradise, as man and mate; And now we separate. Soon, all too soon, Waned the white splendour of our honeymoon....
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast...
I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies. Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad high-way...
Show me the way that leads to the true life. I do not care what tempests may assail me, I shall be given courage for the strife; I know my strength will not desert or fail me;...
About a holy shrine or sacred place, Where many hearts have bowed in earnest prayer, The loveliest spirits congregate from space, And bring their sweet, uplifting influence there. ...
If this were our creed it were creed enough To keep us thoughtful and make us brave; On this sad journey o'er pathways rough That lead us steadily on to the grave.