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Were I man grown, I’d stand With clean heart, soul, and hand, An honor to this land. I would be good and true. I would not
One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars sh… Shone like your beautiful eyes. Away from the glitter and gaslight…
When this world’s pleasures for my… Ere my heart’s plummet sounded dep… I call on Reason to control my br… And scoffed at that old story of… But when o’er burning wastes my fe…
Now is the time when India is gay With wedding parties; and the radi… Seem like a scattered rainbow taki… In human pleasures. Dressed in br… They fling upon the bride their wr…
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plight… But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight,
“All that I ask,” says Love, “is… And gaze, unchided, deep in thy de… For in their depths lies largest… Yet, if perchance one pressure of… Be granted me, then joy I thought…
Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…
God, what a world, if men in stree… Felt that same kinship of the huma… Which makes them, in the face of f… Rise to the meaning of True Broth…
Though critics may bow to art, and… It is not art, but heart, which wi… Though smooth be the heartless pra… And the finest phrase falls dead i… Though perfect the player’s touch,…
I called to the wind of the Winte… As he sped like a steed on his way… ‘Oh! rest for awhile on thy journe… And answer these questions, I pra… ’Who is the foe to all virtue,
(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…
I care not who were vicious back o… No shadow of their sins on me is s… My will is greater than heredity. I am no worm to feed upon the dead… My face, my form, my gestures and…
Let me lean hard upon the Eternal… In all earth’s devious ways, I so… And found it not. I will be stron… And lean upon myself. I will not… And importune all heaven with my c…
You may thrill with the speed of y… You may laugh with delight as you… You may rush afar in your touring… Leaping, sweeping, by things that… But you never will know the joy of…
Some day, when the golden glory Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; When the skies are as clear and cl…