#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1914 #PoemsOfCheer
She must be honest, both in though… Of generous impulse, and above all… Not seeking praise, or place, or p… But life’s best blessings for her… Which means the best for all.
’Tis the song of the morning, The words of the sun, As he swings o’er the mountains: ‘There’s work to be done: I must wake up the sleepers,
Laugh, and the world laughs with y… Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow… But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;
A rose in my garden, the sweetest… Was hanging her head through the l… And early one morning I saw her t… And heard a low gossiping talk in… The yellow Nasturtium, a spinster…
Our thoughts are moulding unmade s… And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless yea… And ring throughout the universe. We build our futures by the shape
Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, an… No prayers were uttered and no tea… I only turned a picture to the wal… A picture that had hung within my…
Up from the South come the birds… Frightened away by the presence of… Back to the vale comes the verdure… Back to the forest the leaves that… Over the hillside the carpet of sp…
In the faint flush upon the tell-t… And in the pallor that succeeds it… The quivering lid of an averted ey… The smile that proves the parent o… Thus doth Love speak.
I sit in the twilight dim At the close of an idle day, And I list to the soft sweet hymn… That rises far away, And dies on the evening air.
In France I saw a hill-a gentle s… Rising above old tombs to greet th… From soft spring skies. Beyond th… But those green graves bespeak a b… There was a row of narrow beds, ne…
Let no man pray that he know not s… Let no soul ask to be free from pa… For the gall of to-day is the swee… And the moment’s loss is the lifet… Through want of a thing does its w…
I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I… In this world of pleasure and woe. And out of the mist and murk
Am I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I… In this world of pleasure and woe.
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…
I shall not forget you. The years… But vain are their efforts to soft… And the strong hands of Time are… To garland the grave that is made… Your image is ever about me, befor…
