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Life has its shadows, as well as i… Its lights and its shades, all twi… I tried to single them out, one by… Single and count them, determining… There was less blue than there was…
Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn… Refreshed by his long sleep, the… Kisses the languid lips of Night, Ere she can rise and hasten on. All glowing from his dreamless res…
Of a thousand things that the Yea… The busy Old Year who has gone aw… How many will rise in the Spring,… Brought to life by the sun of May… Will the rose-tree branches, so wh…
I am thinking of the Springtime On the farm out in the West, When my world held nothing for me… (Save a courage all undaunted), And my foolish little rhymes,
Now God be with the men who stand In Legislative halls, to-day. Those chosen princes of our land— May God be with them all, I say, And may His wisdom, guide, and sh…
It is a common fate—a woman’s lot— To waste on one the riches of her… Who takes the wealth she gives him… Repay the interest, and much less… As I look up into your eyes and w…
Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…
It was a way of Helen’s not to si… The songs that other people sang;… Sometimes an extract from an olden… Again some floating, fragmentary t… And these she fitted to old melodi…
Some day, when the golden glory Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; When the skies are as clear and cl…
To-day I was so weary and I lay In that delicious state of semi-wa… When baby, sitting with his nurse… Cried loud for “mamma,” all his to… I was so weary and I needed rest,
I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…
With brooding mien and sultry eyes… Outside the gates of Paradise Eve sat, and fed the faggot flame That lit the path whence Adam cam… (Strange are the workings of a wom…
I held the golden vessel of my sou… And prayed that God would fill it… Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger-grew, a heaven-accus… Because no sacred waters laved my…
Beside a crib that holds a baby’s… A tattered picture book, a broken… A sleeping mother dreams that she… Her fair-haired cherub boy. Upon the cradle’s side her light t…
There is a room serene and fair, All palpitant with light and air; Free from the dust, world’s noise… God’s Tower-room in each of us. Oh! many a stair our feet must pre…
