WE are the roadside flowers,

Day goes down the valley,I am left alone.Now the misty purpleFloods the darkened vale,And the stars come outOn the twilight trail.The mountain river murmursIn his rocky bed,And the stealthy shadowsFill the house with dread.Then I hear your laughterAt the open door, —Brightly burns the fire,I need fear no more.

A high occasion. Our New England wearsAll her unrivalled beauty as of old;And June, with scent of bayberry and roseAnd song of orioles— as she only comesBy Massachusetts Bay —is here once more,Companioning our fête of fellowship.The open trails, South, West, and North, lead backFrom populous cities or from lonely plains,Ranch, pulpit, office, factory, desk,…

I see the wintry breakers rollAnd heave their froth up the freezing sands.Here in immunity safe and dull,Soul treads her circuit of trivial things.There soul’s brother, a shining gull,Dares the rough weather on dauntless wings.

Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve;I give you joy, my friends,That as the round year ends,We meet once more for gladness by God’s leave.On other festal daysFor penitence or praiseOr prayer we meet, or fullness of thanksgiving;To-night we calendarThe rising of that starWhich lit the old world with new joy of living.Ah, we disparage stillThe…

Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current-whe re they runDancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.I hear the brawling rapid, the thunder of the fall,And when I think upon them I cannot stay at all.At the far end of the carry, where the wilderness begins,Set me down with my canoe-load- and forgiveness of my sins.O all…

To let the shower-fresh ened airBlow in across the Plaza, whereIn golden pomp against the darkGreen leafy background of the Park,St. Gaudens’ hero, gaunt and grim,Rides on with Victory leading him.The wet, black asphalt seemed to holdIn every hollow pools of gold,And clouds of gold and pink and grayWere piled up at the end of…