That which we had we still possess… Though leaves may drop and stars m… No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own;

You call me an angel of love and o… A being of goodness and heavenly f… Sent out from God’s kingdom to gu… In paths where your spirit may mou… You say that I glow like a star o…

In the dawn of the day, when the s… Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of… To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the wa…

Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious… Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to… For e’€™en hard hearts do raise Some secret wish for fame, or gold…

Begin each morning with a talk to… And ask for your divine inheritanc… Of usefulness, contentment, and su… Resign all fear, all doubt, and al… The stars doubt not, and they are…

We are the army stevedores, lusty… We are given the hardest work of t… We handle the heavy boxes, and sho… While soldiers and sailors work in… But somebody has to do this work,…

‘€˜Tis time to dress. Dost hear… Like sobbing waves that roll up fr… Yes, yes, I hear '€“ I yield '€“… I know your wishes, - send Lisett… I hate the ballroom; hate its gild…

A trusting little leaf of green, A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two, And youth for ever lost. Ah, me!

To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our ple… The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovel… No thrush sits and sings on the tr…

All through the night time, and al… Dreading the morning and dreading… Nearer and nearer we drift to the… Season of beauty and season of bli… Leaves on the linden, and sun on t…

She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom… Upon wide cushions stretched at ea…

Dying? I am not dying. Are you ma… You think I need to ask for heave… I think you are a fiend, who would… To see me struggle in death’s cold… ‘But, man you lie! for I am stron…

A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses str… Slow glided o’er a field late shor… Where walked a poet idly dreaming. He saw her, and joy lit his face.

When I shall meet God’€™s generou… Of all the riches in the heavenly… Those lesser gods, who act as Rec… For loneliness and loss upon this… Methinks abashed, and somewhat hes…

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plight… But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight,