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Song-Sermon

© George MacDonald

Mercy to thee, O Lord, belongs,

For as his work thou giv'st the man.

My Grave

© Thomas Osborne Davis

Shall they bury me in the deep,

Where wind-forgetting waters sleep?

Little Drops Of Water

© Louisa May Alcott

"Little drops of water,

Little drains of sand,

Dixie's Land

© Daniel Decatur Emmett

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,

Old times dar am not forgotten;

The Holy of Holies

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Elder father, though thine eyes

Shine with hoary mysteries,

On A True Friend (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

Hast thou a friend? thou hast indeed
A rich and large supply.
Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.

Sunlight And Sea

© Alfred Noyes

Give me the sunlight and the sea

And who shall take my heaven from me?

Murder

© Leon Gellert

Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,

Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,

Flower-Life

© Henry Timrod

I think that, next to your sweet eyes,

And pleasant books, and starry skies,

I Found Her Out There

© Thomas Hardy

I found her out there

On a slope few see,

Litany for Dictatorships

© Stephen Vincent Benet

For all those beaten, for the broken heads,
The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed,
The ghosts in the burning city of our time ...

Lemnos Harbour

© Leon Gellert

The island sleeps,-but it has no delight
For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.
My thoughts are long of what seems long ago,
And long, too, are my dreams. I do not know
These trailing glories of the star-strewn night
Or the slow sough of the wind.

My Darling, We Sat Together

© Heinrich Heine

My darling, we sat together,
We two, in our frail boat;
The night was calm o'er the wide sea
Whereon we were afloat.

To Iris

© Arthur Symons

Lucrezia Borgias evil face,

Framed by her orange sunset hair,

The Skyline Riders

© Henry Lawson

Against the light of a dawning white

My Skyline Riders stand

As She Passes

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

When I am sitting at the window,
Through the panes, which the snow blurs,
I see the lovely images, hers, as
She passes… passes… passes by…

Once For All

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.

I said: I will delight me with its scent,

To Mrs. Henry Siddons

© Frances Anne Kemble

O lady! thou, who in the olden time

Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream!

The Man Im For

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'M for the happy man every time,

The man who smiles as he goes his way,

Fragment X

© James Macpherson

It is night; and I am alone, forlorn
on the hill of storms. The wind is
heard in the mountain. The torrent
shrieks down the rock. No hut receives
me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of
winds.