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Growing Attachment

© John Kenyon

With the freshness and placid sensations of morning,

As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan,

The Image Of God (From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O Lord! who seest, from yon starry height

Centred in one the future and the past

The lowliest born of all the land,
He wrung from Fate's reluctant hand
The gifts which happier boyhood claims;
And, tasting on a thankless soil
The bitter bread of unpaid toil,
He fed his soul with noble aims.

The Future

© Edgar Albert Guest

"The worst is yet to come:"
So wail the doubters glum,
But here's the better view;
"My best I've yet to do."

Address

© Francis Bret Harte

(OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870)

Brief words, when actions wait, are well:

Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I

© John Kenyon

Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
And idly would constrain the creed within,
As if Belief were Crime, and ToleranceSin.

How Little Red Riding Hood Came To Be Eaten

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appall:
One much prefers those who are dumber,
But as for the paragons small,
If a swallow cannot make a summer
It can bring on a summary fall!

A Mystery

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

They are dying! they are dying! where the golden corn is growing,
They are dying! they are dying! where the crowded herds are lowing;
They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing,
And they perish of the plague where the breeze of health is blowing!

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4

© Publius Vergilius Maro

BUT anxious cares already seizd the queen:

She fed within her veins a flame unseen;

Ginevra

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore

The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.

© James Beattie

I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain

From The Garden of Heaven

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

And when the spirit of Hafiz has fled,
Follow his bier with a tribute of sighs;
Though the ocean of sin has closed o'er his head,
He may find a place in God's Paradise.

The Three Warnings

The tree of deepest root is found

Least willing still to quit the ground;

Song of the Jailer

Where are you going handsome jailer

With that key that's touched with blood

Freedom And Peace

© George Dyer

When long thick Tempests waste the Plain
And Lightnings cleave an angry Sky,
Sorrow invades each anxious Swain
And trembling Nymphs to shelter fly!
But let the Sun illume the skies,
They hail his beam with grateful eyes.