For mocking on men’s faces He only sees instead The hidden, hundred traces Of tears their eyes have shed. Above their lips denying,

They are ashamed who leave so soon The Inn of Grief—who thought to s… Through many a faithful sun and mo… Yet tarry but a day. Shame-faced I watch them pay the…

‘Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Have you any wool?’ ‘That I have, my Master, Three bags full.’ One is for the mother who prays fo…

The gypsies passed her little gate… She stopped her wheel to see,— A brown-faced pair who walked the… Free as the wind is free; And suddenly her tidy room

The long grief left her old’€”and… Came love and made her young again As though some newer, gentler Spr… Should start dead roses blossoming… Old roses that have lain full long

God send thee peace, Oh, great un… A world away, I pray that thou ma… Softly as on the Well-Belovèd’s b… Where ever in her wistful dreams t… At dawn my prayer is all for thee,…

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…

I am as weary as a child That weeps upon its mother’s breas… For joy of comforting. But I Have no such place to rest. I am as weary as a bird

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…

They do not know the awful tears w… The tender treasures that we keep… They could not be so still—our qui… In knowing this. They do not know what time we turn…

High above his happy head Little leaves of Spring were spre… And adown the dewy lawn Soft as moss the young green grass Wooed his footsteps, and the dawn

Though other eyes were turned to h… He turned to look in mine; Though others filled the cup abrim… He might not taste the wine. I am so glad my eyes were first

Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring t… Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion,

We are the keepers of that steadfa… that guides people’s course and de… Not ours the skill directing over… the might beams that blaze the pat… Ours but the hands that, serving,…

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