MY old Welsh neighbor over the wa… Crept slowly out in the sun of spr… Pushed from her ears the locks of… And listened to hear the robin sin… Her grandson, playing at marbles,…

THE moon has set: while yet the d… Breaks cold and gray, Between the midnight and the morn Bear off your prey! On, swift and still! the conscious…

Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, o… Formless and void the dead earth r… Deaf to Thy heaven’s sweet music,… To the great lights which o’er it… No sound, no ray, no warmth, no br…

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

Somehow not only for Christmas But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing

TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN,… HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch suff…

Far away in the twilight time Of every people, in every clime, Dragons and griffins and monsters… Born of water, and air, and fire, Or nursed, like the Python, in th…

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy so…

The Brownie sits in the Scotchman… And eats his meat and drinks his a… And beats the maid with her unused… And the lazy lout with his idle fl… But he sweeps the floor and thresh…

'Midst the men and things which wi… Haunt an old man’s memory still, Drollest, quaintest of them all, With a boy’s laugh I recall Good old Abram Morrison.

Behind us at our evening meal The gray bird ate his fill, Swung downward by a single claw, And wiped his hooked bill. He shook his wings and crimson tai…

Where the Great Lake’s sunny smil… Dimple round its hundred isles, And the mountain’s granite ledge Cleaves the water like a wedge, Ringed about with smooth, gray sto…

He has done the work of a true man… Crown him, honor him, love him. Weep, over him, tears of woman, Stoop manliest brows above him! O dusky mothers and daughters,

THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS. WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the Eas… The homestead of the free!

The subtle power in perfume found Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learne… On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound No censer idly burned. That power the old-time worships k…