When wintry winds are no more hear… And joy’s in every bosom, When summer sings in every bird, And shines in every blossom, When happy twilight hours are long…

WE never said farewell, nor even… Our last upon each other, for no s… Was made when we the linkèd chain… And broke the level line. And here we dwell together, side b…

There never was a face as fair as… A heart as true, a love as pure an… These things endure, if anything e… But, in this jungle, what high hea… Us in its silence, the supreme ser…

As Christ the Lord was passing by… He came, one night, to a cottage d… He came, a poor man, to the poor; He had no bed whereon to lie. He asked in vain for a crust of br…

On alien ground, breathing an alie… A Roman stood, far from his ancie… And gazing, murmured, ‘Ah, the hills are fair,
But not… Descendant of a race to Romans-ki…

BLUE is Our Lady’s colour, White is Our Lord’s. To-morrow I will wear a knot Of blue and white cords, That you may see it, where you rid…

The lake lay blue below the hill. O’er it, as I looked, there flew Across the waters, cold and still, A bird whose wings were palest blu… The sky above was blue at last,

MOTHER of God! no lady thou: Common woman of common earth Our Lady ladies call thee now, But Christ was never of gentle bi… A common man of the common earth.

GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear… My thoughts are the Disciples whe… My words the words that priest and… My deed the spear to desecrate the… And day, Thy death therein, is ch…

Some hang above the tombs, Some weep in empty rooms, I, when the iris blooms, Remember. I, when the cyclamen

The clouds had made a crimson crow… Above the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest…

Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven

I ask of thee, love, nothing but r… Thou canst not bring the old days… For I was happy then, Not knowing heavenly joy, not know…

We are not near enough to love, I can but pity all your woe; For wealth has lifted me above, And falsehood set you down below. If you were true, we still might b…

Country roads are yellow and brown… We mend the roads in London town. Never a hansom dare come nigh, Never a cart goes rolling by. An unwonted silence steals