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ONLY a fallen horse, stretched o… Stretched in the broken shafts, an… Only a fallen horse, and a circle… Watching the 'frighted teamster go… Hold! for his toil is over—no more…
A KINDLY act is a kernel sown, That will grow to a goodly tree, Shedding its fruit when time has f… Down the gulf of eternity.
Nor gold, nor silver are the words… Nor rich-wrought chasing on design… But rugged relics of an unknown sp… Where fortune chanced I played on… Unthought of here the critic blame…
TEAR down the crape from the col… Be silent the wailing music’ther… We come not in plaint or sorrow’… We dare not weep o’er the epitaph… Come hither with glowing faces, th…
‘AND Smith has made money?’ ‘O, no; that’s a myth: Smith never made money But money made Smith!’ A sculptor is Deming’a great ma…
AY, smile as you will, with your… But I know the line Of your guard is as weak as a maze… You may give no sign— And the devil is never far to seek…
THE Word was first, says the rev… Justice is older than error or str… The Word preceded the Incarnation As symbol and type of law and life… And always so are the mighty chang…
‘HE is false to the heart!' she… He promises fair as a tree in blos… The fruit is rotten ere ripe. Tea… All withered and wasted! and still… Comfort? There is no comfort when…
Trapper died’our hero’and we g… In every heart in camp the sorrow… ‘His soul was red!’ the Indian cr… ‘A white man, he!’ the grim old Y… So, brief and strong, each mourner…
NOW, for the faith that is in ye, Polander, Sclav, and Kelt! Prove to the world what the lips h… The hearts have grandly felt. Rouse, ye races in shackles!
The Steamer ‘ Atlantic ’ Was Wre… FOR months and years, with penury… And heart-sore envy did they dare… And mite by mite was saved from ea… To buy, some future day, the God-…
St. Patrick’s Day WHAT a onion of hearts is the lo… When races of men in her name unit… For love of Old Erin, and love of… The boards of the Gael are full t…
A NATION’S greatness lies in m… One master-mind is worth a million… No royal robes have marked the pla… But Samson-strength to burst the… The might of empire gives no crown…
The Infinite always is silent: It is only the Finite speaks. Our words are the idle wave-caps On the deep that never breaks. We may question with wand of scien…
THE world was made when a man was… He must taste for himself the forb… He can never take warning from old… He must fight as a boy, he must dr… He must kiss, he must love, he mus…