“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…

Four things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true: To think without confusion clearly… To love his fellow man sincerely; To act from honest motives purely;

Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…

Long, long ago I heard a little s… (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday… So lowly, slowly wound the tune al… That far into my heart it found th… A melody consoling and endearing;

Through many a land your journey r… And showed the best the world can… Now tell me, traveller, if you can… The place that pleased you most." She laid her hands upon my breast,

Knight—errant of the Never—ending… And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled… For ever tuning thy frail earthly… To some unearthly music, and posse… With painful passionate longing to…

Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest—gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where the light of life has fled,

Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lea… The glory of learning, the joy of… A name that tells of a splendid pa… In the long, long toil and the str…

'Tis fine to see the Old World, a… Among the famous palaces and citie… To admire the crumbly castles and… But now I think I’ve had enough o… So it’s home again, and home again…

O who will walk a mile with me Along life’s merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and fr… And let his frolic fancy play,

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in… Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morn… Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the go…

Oh, gallantly they fared forth in… America’s crusading host of warrio… They battled for the rights of man… And now they’re coming home to us… Oh, it’s home again, and home agai…

Mother of all the high—strung poet… Mother of all the grass that weave… Mother of all the manifold forms o… Silent brooder and nurse of lyrica… Out of thee, yea, surely out of th…

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

They who tread the path of labor f… They who work without complaining,… Nevermore thou needest seek me; I… Raise the stone, and thou shalt fi… Where the many toil together, ther…