#Americans #Women
WHITE year, white year, Muffled soft in snow, A diamond spray whose gems are gon… Before their grace we know, A crystal-coated spray whose hours
THE night was loud with tumult; t… Sheer from their roots by the deli… In some waste dreamland wandered a… A smitten soul, bewildered, broken… The mists had lifted; evanescent g…
THESE palms weave shadows of del… But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more tha… In the forests of the North.
HARD to wait for the postman’s t… Up the snowy walk, for the hand th… Deep in his pack, while the childr… For the rainbow-ribboned packages, And women wax faint with their fea…
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!
Of all the happy and holy times That fill the steeples with merry… And warm our hearts in the coldest… ’Twas Christmas eve, as I live by… One by one had the drowsy oaks
The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…
OUR blue sierras shone serene, su… When ghostly shapes came crowding… Shadowing the landscape with some… And all was changed as in weird pa… Transfigured into vague, fantastic…
LIFE is a trifle; Honor is all; Shoulder the rifle; Answer the call. ‘A nation of traders’!
’T IS the blithest, bonniest weat… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I ’ve a secret. You may listen ti… Little maiden, but I ’ll never, n… You ’ll find no more wary piper, t…
[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…
THE best of life, what is it but… Those swift illuminations when we… The flying shadows on the fragrant… As God beholds them from eternity… White moments, when the bliss of b…
How long, O Prince of Peace, how… Of this wild war that wraps the wo… Fed on earth’s glorious youth, hig… —O Chivalry of Hope!— With the cloudy host of the infide…
IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…
A stranger, schooled to gentle art… He stept before the curious throng… His path into our waiting hearts Already paved by song. Full well we knew his choristers,