‘He is my friend,’ I said,— ‘Be patient!’ Overhead The skies were drear and dim; And lo! the thought of him Smited on my heart—and then

Last night—how deep the darkness w… And well I knew its depths, becau… I waded it from shore to shore, Thinking to reach the light no mor… She would not even touch my hand—-…

Say farewell, and let me go; Shatter every vow! All the future can bestow Will be welcome now! And if this fair hand I touch

While skies glint bright with blue… Through clouds that race o’er fiel… And leaves go dancing left and rig… And orchard apples tumble down; While school-girls sweet, in lane…

We got up a Christmas-doin’s Last Christmas Eve— Kindo’ dimonstration 'At I railly believe Give more satisfaction—

Our three cats is Maltese cats, An’ they’s two that’s white,— An’ bofe of 'em’s _deef_—an’ that’… 'Cause their _eyes_ ain’t right.— Uncle say that _Huxley_ say

Our Land—our Home—the common home… Of soil-born children and adopted… The stately daughters and the stal… Of Industry—: All greeting and go… O home to proudly live for, and if…

Years did I vainly seek the good… Prayed, fasted, and did penance di… Did kneel, with bleeding knees and… And mouth the dust, with ashes on… Yea, still with knotted scourge th…

How tired I am! I sink down all a… Here by the wayside of the Presen… Even as a child I hide my face an… A little girl that may no farther… The path above me only seems to gr…

It was a man of many parts, Who in his coffer mind Had stored the Classics and the A… And Sciences combined; The purest gems of poesy

A little boy once played so loud That the Thunder, up in a thunder… Said, 'Since I can’t be heard, wh… I’ll never, never thunder again!' And a little girl once kept so sti…

Sence I tuk holt o’ Gibbses’ Chu… And be’n a-handlin’ the concern, I’ve travelled round the grand old… Of Indiany, lots, o’ late—! I’ve canvassed Crawferdsville and…

I am looking for Love. Has he pas… With eyes as blue as the skies of… And a face as fair as the summer d… You answer back, but I wander on,… For you say: ‘Oh, yes; but his ey…

Queenly month of indolent repose! I drink thy breath in sips of rare… As in thy downy lap of clover-bloo… I nestle like a drowsy child and d… The lazy hours away. The zephyr t…

'When it’s _got_ to be,'—like! alw… As I notice the years whiz past, And know each day is a yesterday, When we size it up, at last,— Same as I said when my _boyhood_…