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• The Dawning o' the Year

  All ye who love the springtime—and who but loves it well
  When the little birds do sing, and the buds begin to swell!—
  Think not ye ken its beauty, or know its face so dear, …

  Mary Elizabeth Blake

• The Willis

  The willis are out to-night,
  In the ghostly pale moonlight,
  With robes and faces white. …

  David Law Proudfit

• Two of a Trade

  The dragon-fly and I together
  Sail up the stream in the summer weather;
  He at the stern all green and gold, …

  Samuel Willoughby Duffield

• Now

  Upon my bier no garlands lay,
  To shrivel at death’s icy touch;
  Pansies for thought bequeathed to-day, …

  Mary Barker Dodge

• A Living Memory

  My absent daughter—gentle, gentle maid,
  Your life doth never fade!
  O, everywhere I see your blue eyes shine, …

  William Augustus Croffut

• Waiting

  Serene, i fold my hands and wait,
  Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
  I rave no more ’gainst time or fate, …

  John Burroughs

• Dead Love

  Two loves had I. Now both are dead,
  And both are marked by tombstones white.
  The one stands in the churchyard near, …

  Mary Mathews Adams

• Disarmed

  O love, so sweet at first.
  So bitter in the end!
  Thou canst be fiercest foe, …

  Laura Redden Searing

• Post-Meridian

  Afternoon
  when in thy glass thou studiest thy face,
  Not long, nor yet not seldom, half repelled …

  Wendell Phillips Garrison

• Thoreau's Flute

  We, sighing, said, “Our Pan is dead;
  His pipe hangs mute beside the river;
  Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, …

  Louisa May Alcott

• Opportunity

  “master of human destinies am I!
  Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait.
  Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate …

  John James Ingalls

• The Condemned

  Read me no moral, priest, upon my life,—
  Reserve that for your flock.
  A few short hours will end my mortal strife, …

  Edward Howland

• My Birth

  I had my birth where stars were born,
  In the dim æons of the past:
  My cradle cosmic forces rocked, …

  Minot Judson Savage

• The Inevitable

  I like the man who faces what he must
  With step triumphant and a heart of cheer;
  Who fights the daily battle without fear; …

  Sarah Knowles Bolton

• Ancient of Days

  Ancient of days, Who sittest, throned in glory;
  To Thee all knees are bent, all voices pray;
  Thy love has blest the wide world’s wondrous story, …

  William Croswell Doane

• O Little Town of Bethlehem

  O little town of Bethlehem,
  How still we see thee lie!
  Above thy deep and dreamless sleep …

  Phillips Brooks

• In Galilee

  Roman and Jew upon one level lie;
  Great Herod’s palaces are ground to dust;
  Upon the synagogues are mould and rust; …

  Mary Frances Butts

• Reincarnation

  It cannot be that He who made
  This wondrous world for our delight,
  Designed that all its charms should fade …

  David Banks Sickels

• Roll Out, O Song

  roll out, O song to God!
  Move on, ye throngs of men!
  Chances and changes come and go: …

  Frank Sewall

• Not Knowing

  I know not what will befall me: God hangs a mist o’er my eyes;
  And thus, each step of my onward path, He makes new scenes arise,
  And every joy He sends to me comes like a sweet surprise. …

  Mary Gardiner Brainard

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