WHEN the Millennium comes Only the kings will fight, While the princes beat the drums, And the queens in aprons white, Arnica bottle in hand,

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…

WE bore them their own wild heath… And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway’s dead. More than the hush of churches

I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,

O dear my Country, beautiful and… Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love’s eyes,… Beholds more flaws than keenest H… Nor is Love’s judgment gentle, bu…

YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to th… Boyhood still in the voice that se… One shrill cry back from eternity. Perchance from the phosphorescent…

And what of thee, O Lincoln’s La… Is darkening above the Sunset Sea… Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplum… Thy war-crest, bow thy knee, Before God answer thee.

The first faint dawn was flushing… When, dreamland still bewildering… I looked out to the oak that, wint… —a winter wild with war and woe an… Beyond my casement had been void o…

FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race. Wireless! Tireless, leaping the w…

HOPE of the Nations, lift thy st… Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee t… Of battle-anguish comes more pierc… Than even in those months of sneer… When thou so steadfastly didst bea…

[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…

(A medieval Spanish legend slande… ROMAQUIA sat and wept her Lace mantilla full of tears. King Abit laid by his scepter, Left the Council of the Peers.

‘Thus far 80,000 horses have been… WHAT was our share in the sinnin… That we must share the doom? Sweet was our life’s beginning In the spicy meadow-bloom,

‘The faieries gave him the propert… The fairies to his cradle came to… Their footsteps like the laughter… They touched him with the Thracia… —O dream-enchanted, singing heart!…

Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,