At Noey’s house—when they arrived… How snug seemed everything, and ne… The little picket-fence, and littl… It’s little pulley, and its little… All glib as clock-work, as it clic…

1 O the Raggedy Man! He work… 2 An’ he’s the goodest man eve… 3 He comes to our house every… 4 An’ waters the horses, an’ f… 5 An’ he opens the shed—an’ we…

Just drifting on together— He and I— As through the balmy weather Of July Drift two thistle-tufts imbedded

The stars are falling, and the sky Is like a field of faded flowers; The winds on weary wings go by; The moon hides, and the tempest lo… And still through every clime and…

There is ever a song somewhere, my… There is ever a something sings al… There’s the song of the lark when… And the song of the thrush when th… The sunshine showers across the gr…

‘He shall sleep unscathed of thiev… Who loves Allah and believes.’ Thus heard one who shared the tent… In the far-off Orient, Of the Bedouin ben Ahrzz—

Hereafter! O we need not waste Our smiles or tears, whatever befa… No happiness but holds a taste Of something sweeter, after all;— No depth of agony but feels

A quite convincing axiom Is, 'Life is like a play’; For, turning back its pages some Few dog-eared years away, I find where I

Lay away the story,— Though the theme is sweet, There’s a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete:— There’s a nameless yearning—

Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is ben… Give me content— Full-pleasured with what comes to… What e’er it be: An humble roof—a frugal board,

_(Grandfather, musing.)_ In childish days! O memory, You bring such curious things to m… Laughs to the lip—tears to the eye… In looking on the gifts that lie

Last night—how deep the darkness w… And well I knew its depths, becau… I waded it from shore to shore, Thinking to reach the light no mor… She would not even touch my hand—-…

Leonainie—Angels named her; And they took the light Of the laughing stars and framed h… In a smile of white; And they made her hair of gloomy

I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubt On certain facts that Nature trie… To puzzle us about,— For I am no philosopher

'Twas the height of the fete when… And quietly stole to the terrace a… Where, pale as the lovers that eve… The moon it … The sight of the stars and the moo…