ONE star for all she had, And in her heart One wound—yet is she glad For all its smart As they are glad who bear

April will come to the quiet town That I left long ago, Scattering primroses up and down’€… Row upon happy row. (Oh, little green lane, will she c…

The kindliest thing God ever made… His hand of very healing laid Upon a fevered world, is shade. His glorious company of trees Throw out their mantles, and on th…

There are in Paradise Souls neither great nor wise, Yet souls who wear no less The crown of faithfulness. My master bade me watch the flock…

I call my years back, I, grown ol… Recall them day by day; And some are dressed in cloth o’ g… And some in humble grey. And those in gold glance scornfull…

My life has been like a bee that r… Through a scented garden close, And ’tis I who have kept the hone… The hoarded sweetness and scent th… For all I forget the rose.

1. Melchior, Gaspar, Balthazar, Great gifts they bore and meet; White linen for His body fair And purple for His feet; And golden things—the joy of kings…

So quietly I seem to sit apart; I think she does not know or guess… How dear this certain hour to my o… When in our quiet street the shado… She leans and listens at the littl…

I never climb a high hill Or gaze across the lea, But, Oh, beyond the two of them, Beyond the height and blue of them… I’m looking for the sea.

The little dream she had forgot Oh, long and long ago, Came back across the April fields And touched her garment so (As might a wind-blown primrose cl…

To you he gave his laughter and hi… His words that of all words were m…    His glad, mad moments when the… And his wild song outshrilled the…    For you that memory, but happie…

A hundred miles between us Could never part us more Than that one step you took from m… What time my need was sore. A hundred years between us

What do they know of youth, who st… They but the singers of a golden s… Who may not guess its worth or won… Like largesse to the throng. We only,—young no longer,—old so l…

They whisper at my very gate, These clacking gossips every one, ‘We saw them in the wood of late, Her and the widow’s son; The horses at the forge may wait,

She came not into the Presence as… Crowned, white—robed and adoring,… She stood as a straight young sold… Who asks a boon of his captain in… She said: ‘Now have I stayed too…