The glory of learning, the joy of art, —A name that tells of a splendid partIn the long, long toil and the strenuous fightOf the human race to win its wayFrom the feudal darkness into the dayOf Freedom, Brotherhood, Equal Right, —A name like a star, a name of light.I give you France!Give us a…
Her lips are like a lovely song,That ripples as it flows,And she herself is sweeter thanThe sweetest thing she knows.A slender, haunting, twilight formOf wonder and surprise,She seemed a fairy or a child,Till, deep within her eyes,I saw the homeward-leading starOf womanhood arise.
Through the noonday silence, down the woods of June,Hark, a little hunter’s voice comes running with a tune.‘Hide and seek!‘When I speak,‘You must answer me:‘Call again,‘Merry men,‘Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!’Now I hear his footsteps, rustling through the grass:Hidden in my leafy nook, shall I let him pass?Just a low, soft whistle,–quick the hunter turns,Leaps upon me…
When clear and tranquil, through the troubled airOf selfish minds and wills that did not dare,Your star arose, Jeanne d’Arc.O virgin breast with lilies white,O sun-burned hand that bore the lance,You taught the prayer that helps men to unite,You brought the courage equal to the fight,You gave a heart to France!Your king was crowned, your…
And when the waves reflect the moon’s pale glimmer,I think of thee.I see thy form, when down the distant highwayThe dust-clouds rise;In deepest night, above the mountain by-way,I see thine eyes.I hear thee when the ocean-tides returningLoudly rejoice;And on the lonely moor, in stillness yearning,I hear thy voice.I dwell with thee: though thou art far…
But Peace through Justice is the great ideal,-We’ll pay the price of war to make it real.
But who will give praise to the fulness of light,And sing us a song of the glory of noon?Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,The noon with golden crest;When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turnsWith his face to the way of the west!How swiftly he rose in the dawn of his strength;How…
Among the earliest saints of old, before the first Hegira,I find the one whose name we hold, St. Nicholas of Myra:The best-beloved name, I guess, in sacred nomenclature,—The patron-saint of helpfulness, and friendship, and good-nature.A bishop and a preacher too, a famous theologian,He stood against the Arian crew and fought them like a Trojan:But when…
That Eden every human heart has dreamedA hundred times, but always far away!Ah, well do I remember how it seemed,Through the still atmosphereOf that enchanted day,To lie wide open to my weary feet:A little land of love and joy and rest,With meadows of soft green,Rosy with cyclamen, and sweetWith delicate breath of violets unseen, —And,…
And comforting, completeIn every line, a crystal sphere,And full of intimate and secret cheer.Therefore I will repeatThat vision, dearest heart, to you,As of a thing not feigned, but very true,Yes, true as ever in my life befell;And you, perhaps, can tellWhether my dream was really sad or sweet.IIThe shadows flecked the elm-embowered streetI knew so…
