Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows

“APOLLO laughs,” the proverb te… Far echo of old oracles, A Delphic waif,—"Once in the year… Apollo laughs." O laughter clear As sunshine, blithe as golden bell…

BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shr… Drooping thy golden wing like woun… What great, grieved faces o’er the… Patriot Mazzini; Fra Angelico, Forsaking his own seraphs for thy…

SWEET are the manners of the woo… Our only old society, Where all the folk are glad and go… In unrebuked variety. Within this gentle commonweal

FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs… Feasting-halls where waxwings flit… But O the pine, the questing pine… To search the secret of the sun an… Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, wi…

THE darkest wood that the north-w… Hath its balsamum and its silverli… Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moo… Hath its hushful archipelagoes,

(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.

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…

‘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,

SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and… Prison-broken hosts on hosts, Torture-scarred and dungeon-crazed… Down the convict road they pour, More and more and myriads more,

HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after All your gallant glee,

‘MOTHER! Mother!’ he called as… In the horror there Of a bursting shell That strewed red flesh on the air. Far away over sea and land:

At the crowded gangway they kissed… He had half a mind to scold her. An officer’s mother and not keep d… The epaulet on his shoulder. He had forgotten mother and fame,

AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Gleam from the clouds, crusaders

HONOR to him whose very blood re… The old, enchanted dream-song of t… Although his house of life. is fai… Of fires new-kindled on the buried… Whose heart is wistful for the flo…