Emily Huntington Miller


New Year Song

They say that the year is old and gray,That his eyes are dim with sorrow;But what care we, though he pass away?For the New Year comes tomorrow. No sighs have we for the roses fled,No tears for the vanished summer;Fresh flowers will spring where the old are dead,To welcome the glad new comer. He brings…


Oh Realm of Light!

Oh realm of light! whose morning starTo Bethlehem’s manger led the way,Not yet upon our longing eyesShines the full splendor of thy day:Yet still across the centuries fall,Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command;And still with steadfast faith we cry,“Behold, the kingdom is at hand!” Oh realm of Heav’n! whose dawn beganWith love’s divine, incarnate…


The Wood-Dove’s Note

Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove’s plaintive call,‘O where! where! where!’ Straight with old Omar in the almond groveFrom whitening boughs I breathe the odors rareAnd hear the princess mourning for her loveWith sad unwearied plaint,‘O where! where! where!’ New madrigals…