#Pennsylvania
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
'T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful jo… And while with white Undine I wep…
Wordsworth, thy music like a river… Among the mountains, and thy song… By living springs far up the water… No whirling flood nor parching dro… The crystal current: even on the s…
“Lights out” along the land, “Lights out” upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O’er peaceful towns where children… And peaceful ships that darkly cre…
'Tis fine to see the Old World an… Among the famous palaces and citie… To admire the crumblyh castles and… But now I think I’ve had enough o… So it’s home again, and home again…
God said, “I am tired of kings,”— But that was a long while ago! And meantime man said, “No,— I like their looks in their robes… So he crowned a few more,
There are songs for the morning an… For sunrise and sunset, the stars… But who will give praise to the fu… And sing us a song of the glory of… Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,
THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made… The roof of Faith is built above, The fire upon the hearth is Love:
You dare to say with perjured lips… “We fight to make the ocean free”? You, whose black trail of butchere… Bestrews the bed of every sea Where German submarines have wrou…
When to the garden of untroubled t… I came of late, and saw the open d… And wished again to enter, and exp… The sweet, wild ways with stainles… And bowers of innocence with beaut…
“Do you give thanks for this? —or… No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, wit… As one, two, three, and four, —tha…
Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting
Her eyes are like the evening air, Her voice is like a rose, Her lips are like a lovely song, That ripples as it flows, And she herself is sweeter than
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bi… The murmuring wind in the poplar—t… Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones,
