A Trodden daisy, from the sward,
With tearful eye I took,
And on its ruined glories I,
With moving heart, did look;
For, crushed and broken though it was,
That little flower was fair;
And oh! I loved the dying bud,
For God was there!
I stood upon the sea-beat shore,
The waves came rushing on;
The...
An Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.
Musicians wrestle everywhere —
All day — among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife —
And — waking — long before the morn —
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!
If is not Bird — it has no nest —
Nor "Band" — in brass and scarlet — drest —
Nor...
