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WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…
FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race. Wireless! Tireless, leaping the w…
ONE summer day, gleaming in memor… We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains,
O dear my Country, beautiful and… Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love’s eyes,… Beholds more flaws than keenest H… Nor is Love’s judgment gentle, bu…
THE wolf of want is howling At doors no angel keeps. Young Mary smiled on her Holy Ch… But many a mother weeps. The Kings of the East brought tre…
THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…
And what of thee, O Lincoln’s La… Is darkening above the Sunset Sea… Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplum… Thy war-crest, bow thy knee, Before God answer thee.
THESE August nights, hushed but… Of fledglings, tremble with a stra… A sound too far for hearing, sulle… Shaking the earth. Even within the swaying veils of s…
WHAT sudden voice peals to the C… To Finland and the bitter Caspian… To those Siberian prisons whither… Shall seek as to a shrine, that mu… Divine word Liberty? Impetuous
OUR neighbor of the undefended bo… Friend of the hundred years of pea… Fellow adventurer on the enchanted… Of the New World, must not the pa… Our hearts for this wide anguish o…
LIFE is a trifle; Honor is all; Shoulder the rifle; Answer the call. ‘A nation of traders’!
’T IS the blithest, bonniest weat… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I ’ve a secret. You may listen ti… Little maiden, but I ’ll never, n… You ’ll find no more wary piper, t…
HOPE of the Nations, lift thy st… Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee t… Of battle-anguish comes more pierc… Than even in those months of sneer… When thou so steadfastly didst bea…
IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…
THE leaves and tassels of the oak Were golden-green with May, Pavilion whence forever broke Some angel roundelay. A carol like a glory came