#Pennsylvania
I think of thee, when golden sunbe… Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moo… I think of thee. I see thy form, when down the dist…
Let me but do my work from day to… In field or forest, at the desk or… In roaring market—place or tranqui… Let me but find it in my heart to… When vagrant wishes beckon me astr…
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before… Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness…
It pleased the Lord of Angels (pr… To hear, one day, report from thos… With pitying sorrow, or exultant j… To tell of earthly tasks in His e… For some were sorry when they saw…
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your… My deep arrears of debt, And with the putting forth of both… To sweep away the bars my folly se…
For that thy face is fair I love… Nor yet because the light of thy b… Hath gleams of wonder and of glad… Like woodland streams that cross a… Nor for thy beauty, born without a…
0 who will walk a mile with me Along life’s merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and fr… And let his frolic fancy play,
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line,
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers’ mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons deep,
A little fir grew in the midst of… Contented and happy, as young tree… His body was straight and his boug… And summer and winter the bountifu… Of his needles bedecked him, from…
THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made… The roof of Faith is built above, The fire upon the hearth is Love:
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
Oh, quick to feel the lightest tou… Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart,
