The Golden City

The Golden City 244 I Stricken she lies at her Western gate, Bleeding and bruised and desolate Queen of the beckoning West, now charred To a blackened heap and a smoulder- ing shard Where the waves of the peaceful Pa- cific…

A Letter

A Letter 1861 0 Spring with your morning's made allout of music, Your sunsets of radiant rose colored flame, Yourstarlight and moonlight your perfume and color, I read all your secrets since my letter came I know, now, West Wind, why at…

Were I A Rose

Were I a Rose 1918 Wero I a rose, no thorn shoni dare Wound thy dear hand, s'en though you chose My choicest flow'r to pluck and wear: Were Fa rose Were I the sun, no ray should o'er Cause thee my ardent beams to shun I'd kiss…

Artistic Cookery

Artistic Cookery 1801 For breakfast we'll give a mystery, Compounded of of fragments of Please do not be rash, And call it plain hash; history Or we'll haul you before the consistory "Here's what we propose for your dinner, To comfort…

A Toast To The Farmer

A Toast to the Farmer 1794 Let the wealthy und great Roll in splendor and state, I envy them not, I declare it; I eat my own lamb, My chickens and ham, I shear my own fleece and I wear it I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fruits I have…

The Queer Little House

The Queer Little House 1921

Paul Revere’s Ride

Paul Revere's Ride 1854 Listen, iny chlidren, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of inul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five! Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year He said to his friend "If…

When The Crop’s Laid By

WHEN THE CROP'S LAID BY 3599 When the crop's laid by, When the crop's laid by We'll forget the toil of sommer, 'neath a bright autumnal sky, With a song of plenty ringing o'er the cotton, corn an' rye When the crop's laid by, When the crop's…

The Bird With The Broken Pinion

The Bird With the Broken Pinion 610 I walked through the woodland meadows, Where sweet the thrushes sing And found on a bed of mosses, A bird with a broken wing I healed its wound, and each morning It sang its old sweet strain; But the…

Five O’Clock In The Morning

Five O'clock in the Morning 904 The dew lay gilstening on the grass, A mist was o'er the brook At the earitest gleam leam of the golden sun The swallow her nest forBook: The snowy blooms of the hawthorn tres Lay thickly the ground adorning…

The Village Oracle

The Village Oracle 84-1 Beneath the weather-Lenten porch That shades the village store He sits at care, an aged man Of three-score years or more That ample seat for him is placed Beside the opell door, His face is very keen and shrewd,…

Thanksgiving Always

Thanksgiving Always 4893 When barn and byre are safe, When flocks are in the fold, When far and near the burdened fields Have bowed 'neath harvest's gold: When clusters rich have dropped From many a blushing vine, And genial orchards,…

The Cry Of The Children

The Cry of the Children 231 Our hills lie naked, gaunt and gray With ashes heaped on hearth and head, We stand in funeral array And mourn our dead When fair winds blow we rate as men; When cities sway and tremble, we Are but Thy little…

The Shadows

The Shadows 1534 A joy danced gaily down the way, Light as a wind-blown leaf Ah, strange that as she passed there fell The shadow of a grief A grief crept sadly down the way, Scorned as Love's broken toy Yet, from her drooping wings,…

A Modern Damosel

A Modern Damosel 3445 The Blessed Damosel leaned out From a motor-car at even; She promised when she left her home She would be back by seven And now, long miles from anywhere, "Twas quarter-past eleven Her coat was mud from clasp to…

Song For November

Song For November 2233 "While skies glint bright with bluest light Through clouds that race o'er field and town And leaves go dancing left and right, And orchard apples tumble down; While school-girls sweet, in lane and street, Lean 'gainst…

Driven From Home

Jim Root’s Ride

Jim Root's Ride 1654 When the angel Lime he trumpet and the Ame And the voice of God is calling all the many Mat terad sottis, There's & man who'll lead a phalang up the jeweled golden aipeat To a former they have savel for him beside the mercy…

Song Of Summer Days

Song Of Summer Days 2087 Sing a song of hollow logs, Chirp of cricket, croak of frogs, Cry of wild birds, hum of bees, Dancing leaves and whisp'ring trees; Legs all bare and dusty toes, Ruddy cheeks and freckled nose, Splash of brook…

The Orginal Summer Girl

The Orginal Summer Girl 84-13 Was Eve a Summer girl? I hate To answer this at all; But I can state, at any rate, She came before the Fall