TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is… Sharp winds are fell in east and n… Late blossoms die for peeping fort… Days are unsunned, storms tear the… The tree-buds wilt before they swe…

‘OH voice of summer winds among t… What soft news art thou bringing t… Dost thou come whispering of hushe… Languid in sunlight, while the dro… Couch placidly at rest, and from t…

‘NEWS to the king, good news for… The corn is trodden, the river run… ‘News of the battle,’ the heralds… ‘We have won the field; we have ta… We have beaten the rebels and crus…

SOME quick kind tears, some easy… And then ’tis past. ’Twas sad; yet sadness has its mor… Blue skies succeed skies overcast: Why should grief last?

THE rose said ‘Let but this long… And I shall feel my sweetness in… And pour its fullness into life at… But when the rain was done, But when dawn sparkled through unc…

“Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I… Should be a castaway.” If some on… Would take that text and preach to… Some one who could forget his trut…

The brook leaps riotous with its l… That freshets from the mountain ra… Beats at the boulders in its hinde… And fills the valley with its triu… The strong unthirsty tarn sunk in…

DEAREST, this one day we own, Stolen from the crowd and press, Let it be sweet silence’s. We two, heart in heart, alone; Any speech were less.

OH God, where hast thou hidden T… Where is the road to God? Lo, we, that should be old, have l… We are not manly ripe; we have not… Of all the wisdom that a world can…

VIATOR loquitur ‘Royal in purple and gold and red, Free, and unknowing sorrow, Blithely and lithely to and fro, With flowers for thy choosing stil…

The elm lets fall its leaves befor… The very oak grows shivering and s… The trees are barren when the summ… But one tree keeps its goodness al… Green pine, unchanging as the days…

She has made me wayside posies: he… Bringing fresh memories of where t… As new-come travellers from a worl… Wake every while some image of the… So these whose buds our woodland b…

TELL me not of morrows, sweet; All to-day is fair, and ours, Thine and mine; Mar not Now with needing more. Neither speak of yesterdays;

‘I AM Joy,’ she said; but her vo… Too low for laughter; ‘I am Love ’; but her eyes lacked… And the tear that springs after; ‘I am Life’; but she seemed too c…

I HAVE not yet I could have lov… Nor know I wherefore, thou being… The engrafted thought in me throve… And grew to summer strength in eve… Of root and leaf, but hath not bor…