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To you he gave his laughter and hi… His words that of all words were m… His glad, mad moments when the… And his wild song outshrilled the… For you that memory, but happie…
They whisper at my very gate, These clacking gossips every one, ‘We saw them in the wood of late, Her and the widow’s son; The horses at the forge may wait,
I lost Young Love so long ago I had forgot him quite, Until a little lass and lad Went by my door to-night. Ah, hand in hand, but not alone,
I said I will go back again where… Were glad together. But my dear,… Where are the roses we were wont t… The songs we used to hear? I said the hearth-flame that once…
There are in Paradise Souls neither great nor wise, Yet souls who wear no less The crown of faithfulness. My master bade me watch the flock…
My father took me by the hand And led me home again; (He brought me in from sorrow As you’d bring a child from rain). The child’s place at the hearth-st…
They brought to the little Prince… The lovely things, the beautiful t… They covered her floor with crimso… They hung the windows with cloth o… (Lest the highway show an unlovely…
I never climb a high hill Or gaze across the lea, But, Oh, beyond the two of them, Beyond the height and blue of them… I’m looking for the sea.
The gypsies passed her little gate… She stopped her wheel to see,— A brown-faced pair who walked the… Free as the wind is free; And suddenly her tidy room
Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring t… Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion,
He made him a love o’ dreams— He raised for his heart’s delight— (As the heart of June a crescent… A frail, fair spirit of light. He gave her the gift of joy—
They do not know the awful tears w… The tender treasures that we keep… They could not be so still—our qui… In knowing this. They do not know what time we turn…
A hundred miles between us Could never part us more Than that one step you took from m… What time my need was sore. A hundred years between us
The kindliest thing God ever made… His hand of very healing laid Upon a fevered world, is shade. His glorious company of trees Throw out their mantles, and on th…
She came not into the Presence as… Crowned, white—robed and adoring,… She stood as a straight young sold… Who asks a boon of his captain in… She said: ‘Now have I stayed too…