And give no utterance to thy fears,But bless me with thy word.The lines are drawn! The fight is on!A cause is to be won!Mother, look not so white and wan;Give Godspeed to thy son.Now let thine eyes my way pursueWhere’er my footsteps fare;And when they lead beyond thy view,Send after me a prayer.But pray not…
O foster-mother in whose arms there layThe race whose sons are masters of the land!It was thine arms that sheltered in their fold,It was thine eyes that followed through the lengthOf infant days these sons. In times of oldIt was thy breast that nourished them to strength.So often hast thou to thy bosom pressedThe golden…
That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow,Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold.I do not find in thee that warmth which glows,Which, all these dreary days, my heart has sought,That warmth without which love is lifeless, naughtMore than a painted fruit, a waxen rose.Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love’s name,Deaf to the pleading notes…
Have you been sore discouraged in the fight,And even sometimes weighted by the thoughtThat those with whom and those for whom you foughtLagged far behind, or dared but faintly smite?And that the opposing forces in their mightOf blind inertia rendered as for naughtAll that throughout the long years had been wrought,And powerless each blow for…
And over all her loveliness, the graceOf Morning blushing in the early skies.And in her voice, the calling of the dove;Like music of a sweet, melodious part.And in her smile, the breaking light of love;And all the gentle virtues in her heart.And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,The birds that signal to their mates…
But that is not my dream of life:I think such men are crazy.For me, a life with worries few,A job of nothing much to do,Just pelf enough to see me through:I fear that I am lazy.On winter mornings cold and drear,When six o’clock alarms I hear,‘Tis then I love to shift my ear,And hug my…
Since God, through Lincoln’s ready hand,Struck off our bonds and made us men.Just fifty years – a winter’s day –As runs the history of a race;Yet, as we look back o’er the way,How distant seems our starting place!Look farther back! Three centuries!To where a naked, shivering score,Snatched from their haunts across the seas,Stood, wild-eyed, on…
And choke and die, while gazing onIts green and watered strand.
You have punched me over the heartTill you made me cough blood.The few paltry things I gatheredYou snatched out of my hands.You have knocked the cup from my thirsty lips.You have laughed at my hunger of body and soul.You look at me now and think,‘He is still strong,There ought to be twenty more years of…
Close by a path none ever chose,And there I lingered day by day.Beneath the sunshine and the show’rI grew and waited there apart,Gathering perfume hour by hour,And storing it within my heart,Yet, never knew,Just why I waited there and grew.I dreamed that you were a beeThat one day gaily flew along,You came across the hedge…
