The Beautiful City! Forever Its rapturous praises resound; We fain would behold it - but never A glimpse of its dory is found: We slacken our lips at the tender White breasts of our mothers to hear...
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through;...
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through; -...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the songs and stories Of this book of ours,...
You who to the rounded prime Of a life of toil and stress, Still have kept the morning-time Of glad youth in heart and spirit, So your laugh, as children hear it, Seems their own, no less, -...
The boy lives on our Farm, he's not Afeard o' horses none! An' he can make 'em lope, er trot, Er rack, er pace, er run. Sometimes he drives two horses, when He comes to town an' brings...
I want to be a Soldier! - A Soldier! - A Soldier! - I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,...
Where are they? - the friends of my childhood enchanted - The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own, And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted, As when we raced over Pink pastures of clover,...
Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come, He bringed a watermelon home - An' half the boys in town, Come taggin' after him. - An' he Says, when we et it, - "Gracious me! 'S the boy-house fell down?"
Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look - Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook - And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other's hands and run...
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! - Ef you don't think they can sting - you'll see! They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' go Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out,...
O the days gone by! O the days gone by! The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye; The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;...
It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore, Considerin' I've be'n away twenty year and more. Sence I moved then to Kansas, of course I see a change,...
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood That now but in mem'ry I sadly review; The old meeting-house at the edge of the wildwood, The rail fence, and horses all tethered thereto;...
This is "The old Home by the Mill" - far we still call it so, Although the old mill, roof and sill, is all gone long ago. The old home, though, and old folks, and the old spring, and a few...
Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and cheery, And your spirits feather-light, There's a ghostly music haunting Still the heart of every guest...
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy! What canopied king might not covet the joy? The glory and peace of that slumber of mine, Like a long, gracious rest in the bosom divine:...