Where are the temperance people? Well, scattered here and there: Some gathering in their produce To show at the autumn fair; Some threshing wheat for market,

I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife an… Of life’s great thoroughfares, and… May read some line my hand has pen…

How can I wait until you come to… The once fleet mornings linger by… Their sunny smiles touched with ma… At my unrest, they seem to pause,… Like truant children, while I sig…

If all the ships I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, From sunny lands, and lands of col… Ah well! the harbor could not hold So many sails as there would be

Just as I shape the purport of my… Lord of the Universe, shape Thou… Let each ill thought that in my he… Mould circumstance and bring ill l… Until I weed the garden of my min…

I feel the stirrings in me of grea… New half-fledged thoughts rise up… And tremble on the margin of their… Then flutter back, and hide within… Beholding space, they doubt their…

Straight through my heart this fac… By Truth’s own hand is driven: God never takes one thing away, But something else is given. I did not know in earlier years,

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

Were I man grown, I’d stand With clean heart, soul, and hand, An honor to this land. I would be good and true. I would not

God gave him passions, splendid as… Meant for the lordliest purposes;… Of nature’s full and fertile mothe… From which new systems and new sta… And now, behold, behold, what he h…

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the… With a book and parasol, as my An… While he dips his line in the ocea… Under the impression that his bait… ’Tis romantic, yes, but I must co…

It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trim… And point out the places to wade. But once we pass into the shadows,

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. In restless youth I railed at fat…

“All that I ask,” says Love, “is… And gaze, unchided, deep in thy de… For in their depths lies largest… Yet, if perchance one pressure of… Be granted me, then joy I thought…

Baby was playing and down he fell,… Mama will kiss him and make him we… Oh! what a miracle this is! Baby was running and stubbed his t… If mama will kiss him the pain wil…