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The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam, And followed her low and high, But Moonbeam fled and hid her hea… She was so shy– so shy. The Sunbeam wooed with passion;
Some day, when the golden glory Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; When the skies are as clear and cl…
Saw you the youth, with the face l… Refilling the glass, that foamed w… Heard you the words that fell down… ‘Lift not the glass: it holds sorr… He heeds not nor listens:
Who has not felt his heart leap up… What time the tulips first begin t… Has one sweet joy, still left for… It is like early loves’ imagining; That fragile pleasure, which the…
The Poker proposed to the shovel That they should be man and wife, ‘I think,’ said he, ‘that we could… As we journey along through life.’ The Shovel blushed as she answere…
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country '… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those whom I am so fo… They make it seem familiar and mos…
I poured out a tumbler of Claret, Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight… I paused for a moment to think. I really can’t tell you what made…
The sun may be clouded, yet ever t… Will sweep on its course till the… And when onto chaos the systems ar… Again shall the Builder reshape a… Your path may be clouded, uncertai…
I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon… I saw and said, ‘Their joy I know… I, too, have had my honeymoon.’ A young expectant mother’s gaze
The gate was thrown open, I rode… More proud than a monarch who sits… I am but a jockey, yet shout upon… Went up from the people who watche… And the cheers that rang forth fro…
Long, long ago, ere yet our race b… When earth was empty, waiting stil… Before the breath of life to him w… The angels fell into a strife in h… At length one furious demon graspe…
This little toe is tired, This little toe needs rocking, This little toe is sleepy you know… But this little toe keeps talking, This toe big and tall is the misch…
I gave a beggar from my little sto… Of well-earned gold. He spent th… And came again, and yet again, sti… And hungry, as before. I gave a thought, and through that…
The stork flew over a town one day… And back of each wing an infant la… One to a rich man’s home he brou… And one he left at a labourer’s… The rich man said, 'My son shal…
These agent men! these agent men! We hear the dreaded step again, We see a stranger at the door; And brace ourselves for war once m… He bows and smiles. ‘Walk in,’ we…