[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…

(Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by… Columns of mist, all shimmering wi… Stream heavenward from the deep-cu… Between the mountains, and the vau…

Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life’s elect, Nature’s truth, Marching host on host,

Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows

Honor and pity for the smitten fie… The valorous ranks mown down like… Whose want must famish love morn a… Till Death, the good physician, s… The craving and the tearspent eyel…

What will you give to a barefoot l… Morning with breath like wine? Wade, bare feet! In my wide moras… Starry marigolds shine. Alms, sweet Noon, for a barefoot…

‘MOTHER! Mother!’ he called as… In the horror there Of a bursting shell That strewed red flesh on the air. Far away over sea and land:

THE night was loud with tumult; t… Sheer from their roots by the deli… In some waste dreamland wandered a… A smitten soul, bewildered, broken… The mists had lifted; evanescent g…

THE poor earth was so winter-marr… Harried by storm so long, It seemed no spring could mend her… No tardy sunshine render Atonement for such wrong.

THREE steps there are our human… The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from th… And still it is our last, ashamed… Above that jagged stretch of red-v…

SUMMER fervors slacken; Sumac torches dim; There’s bronze upon the bracken; September has a whim For carmine, pearl and amber

HONOR to him whose very blood re… The old, enchanted dream-song of t… Although his house of life. is fai… Of fires new-kindled on the buried… Whose heart is wistful for the flo…

HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after All your gallant glee,

For the Reunion of the Bates Fam… FAR away on the sunny levels Where Kent lies drowsing beside t… Where over the foxglove as over th… The gray gull sails, is our ancien…

AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Gleam from the clouds, crusaders