Thou dost not know it! but to hear One word of praise from thee, There is no pain I would not bear… No task too great for me. My hands could tireless toil all d…

I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…

Here now, for evermore, our lives… My path leads there, and yours ano… What shall we do with this fond lo… It grows a heavier burden day by d… Hide it? In all earth’s caverns,…

I am a river flowing from God’s s… Through devious ways. He mapped… I cannot change it; mine alone the… To keep the waters free from grime… The winding river ends where it be…

Every morning and every night There passes our window near the s… A little girl with an eye so brigh… And a cheek so round and a lip so… The daintiest, jauntiest little mi…

Though you see no banded army, Though you hear no cannons rattle, We are in a mighty contest, We are fighting a great battle. We are few, but we are right:

I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a… A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her si… Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on.

I will be true. Mad stars forsake… And, led by reckless meteors, turn… From paths appointed by Eternal F… But my fixed heart shall never go… Like those calm worlds, whose sun-…

A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…

There was a boy named Grumble Ton… ‘I’m sick of things on land,' he s… A life upon the bounding wave is j… But the seething ocean billows fai… For he did not like the vessel or…

It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country—the… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those of whom I am so… They make it seem familiar and mos…

Strengthen me for every contest, Let my prayers be not in vain, I would bless Thee, in my sorrow; I would glory in my pain; Make my spirit white-for heaven;

In Memory’s Mansion are wonderful… And I wander about them at will; And I pause at the casements, whe… Are sending sweet scents o’er the… I lean from a window that looks on…