“Put up the sword!” The voice of… Speaks, in the pauses of the canno… O’er fields of corn by fiery sickl… And left dry ashes; over trenches… With nameless dead; o’er cities st…

TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN,… HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch suff…

Of all that Orient lands can vaun… Of marvels with our own competing, The strangest is the Haschish pla… And what will follow on its eating… What pictures to the taster rise,

The clouds, which rise with thunde… Our thirsty souls with rain; The blow most dreaded falls to bre… From off our limbs a chain; And wrongs of man to man but make

The firmament breaks up. In black… Light after light goes out. One e… Luridly glaring through the smoke… As in the dream of the Apocalypse… Drags others down. Let us not wea…

“As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits, which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: a...

Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles o… Or is it a ship in the breezeless… A ship whose keel is of palm benea… Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bar…

Thou dwellest not, O Lord of all In temples which thy children rais… Our work to thine is mean and smal… And brief to thy eternal days. Forgive the weakness and the pride…

All things are Thine: no gift hav… Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee; And hence with grateful hearts to-… Thy own before Thy feet we lay. Thy will was in the builders’ thou…

VOICE of a people suffering long… The pathos of their mournful song, The sorrow of their night of wrong… Their cry like that which Israel… A prayer for one to guide and save…

I would not sin, in this half-play… Too light perhaps for serious year… Of the enforced leisure of slow pa… Against the pure ideal which has d… My feet to follow its far-shining…

When the reaper’s task was ended,… Parson Avery sailed from Newbury,… Dropping down the river-harbor in… Pleasantly lay the clearings in th… With the newly planted orchards dr…

“ALL ready?” cried the captain; “Ay, ay!” the seamen said; “Heave up the worthless lubbers,— The dying and the dead.” Up from the slave-ship’s prison

Yes, pile the marble o’er him! It… That ye who mocked him in his long… And planted in the pathway of his… The ploughshares of your hatred ho… Who clamored down the bold reforme…

From the Mahabharata. Heed how thou livest. Do no act b… Which from the night shall drive t… In months of sun so live that mont… Shall still be happy. Evermore re…