Too sweet and too subtle for pen o… In phrases unwritten and measures… As deep and as strange as the soun… Is the song that my spirit is sing… In the midnight and tempest when f…

In all earth’s music, grand, or sw… To hear one name, as if ’twere set… In all my poems, written 'neath th… To find the praises, o’er and o’er… To feel thyself a lesser part of w…

We will be what we could be. Do n… “It might have been, had not this,… No fate can keep us from the chose… He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do n…

Sitting alone by the window, Watching the moonlit street, Bending my head to listen To the well-known sound of your fe… I have been wondering, darling,

I saw a Christian, a temperance m… Casting his ballot one day at the… One who believes he does what he c… Toward the reclaiming and saving o… And may be he does-may be he does!

Though with gods the world is cumb… Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, Never god was known to be Who had not his devotee. So I dedicate to mine,

One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars sh… Shone like your beautiful eyes. Away from the glitter and gaslight…

The saddest hour of anguish and of… Is not that season of supreme desp… When we can find no least light an… To gild the dread, black shadow of… Not in that luxury of sorrow when

Last night I saw Helena. She wh… Of late all men have sounded. Sh… Young Angus rashly sought a silen… Rather than live without her all h… Wise men go mad who look upon her…

The final word in the title of this volume refers to the Divine Power in every human being, the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness. It is this idea which m...

You remember the hall on the corne… To-night as I walked down street I heard the sound of music, And the rhythmic beat and beat, In time to the pulsing measure

Let me to-day do something that sh… A little sadness from the world’s… And may I be so favoured as to ma… Of joy’s too scanty sum a little m… Let me not hurt, by any selfish de…

The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o’er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away… And every breeze sings, “all is we… I ask, “Holds earth or sin, or wo…

Oh! it is not just the men who fac… Not the fighters at the Front alo… Who will bring the longed-for clos… Could not carry on that fray witho… Who are working at war’s problems…

In the silent midnight watches, When the earth was clothed in gloo… And the grim and awful darkness Crept unbidden to my room– On the solemn, deathly stillness