#Pennsylvania
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…
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice;
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark… When clear and tranquil, through t… Of selfish minds and wills that di… Your star arose, Jeanne d’Arc.
“Christ of the Andes,” Christ of… Great lover of the hills, the open… And patient lover of impatient men Who blindly strive and sin and str… Thou Living Word, larger than any…
O 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,
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God… Hearts unfold like flowers before… Melt the clouds of sin and sadness… Giver of immortal gladness, fill u… All Thy works with joy surround T…
Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Irel… One in the faith that makes a migh… True to the bond you gave and will… And fearless in the fight for cons…
When to the garden of untroubled t… I came of late, and saw the open d… And wished again to enter, and exp… The sweet, wild ways with stainles… And bowers of innocence with beaut…
To thee, plain hero of a rugged ra… We bring the meed of praise too lo… Thy fearless word and faithful wor… For God’s Republic firmer path an… In this New World: thou hast proc…
Oh, why are you shining so bright,… And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of deligh… Do you know I am going away? If you covered your face with a cl…
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…
Through many a land your journey r… And showed the best the world can… Now tell me, traveller, if you can… The place that pleased you most." She laid her hands upon my breast,
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…
There are songs for the morning an… For sunrise and sunset, the stars… But who will give praise to the fu… And sing us a song of the glory of… Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,
