SWEET LIFE, if life were stron… Earth clear of years that wrong he… Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they; Delight, the rootless flower,

HEW hard the marble from the moun… Where hardest night holds fast in… Gems brighter than an April dawn… That his Memnoniah likeness thenc… Revealed, whose hand with high fun…

Swallow, my sister, O sister swal… How can thine heart be full of the… A thousand summers are over and de… What hast thou found in the spring… What hast thou found in thine hear…

What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done? In vain his hands have spun

Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of old that shone

OUR MOTHER, which wast twice,… Found first among the nations: onc… Who bore thine ensign saw the God… Smite Spain, and bring forth Shak… Shrank, and Rome’s bloodhounds co…

A faint sea without wind or sun; A sky like flameless vapour dun; A valley like an unsealed grave That no man cares to weep upon, Bare, without boon to crave,

BEYOND the north wind lay the l… Where men dwelt blithe and blamele… With joy’s bright raiment and with… The whitest flock of earth’s mater… None there might wear about his br…

Sleep, when a soul that her own cl… Wails that sorrow should always ke… Watch, nor see in the gloom above… Sleep, Down, through darkness naked and s…

Dead and gone, the days we had tog… Shadow-stricken all the lights tha… Round them, flown as flies the blo… Dead and gone. Where we went, we twain, in time f…

YE TOO, dim watchfires of some d… Whose fame forlorn time saves not… For ever, but forgetfulness defame… And darkness and the shadow of dea… Lift up ye too your light, put for…

CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers… We thy latter sons, the men thine… We the children of thy grey-grown… O our mother everlasting, we besee…

But now life’s face beholden Seemed bright as heaven’s bare bro… With hope of gifts withholden But now. From time’s full-flowering bough

O SON of man, by lying tongues a… By slaughterous hands of slaves wi… In carnage deep as ever Christian… Profaned with prayer and sacrifice… And incense from the trembling tyr…