• Not in the world of light alone,
    Where God has built his blazing throne,
    Nor yet alone in earth below,
    With belted seas that come and go,
    And endless isles of sunlit green,
    Is all thy Maker’s glory seen:
    Look in upon thy wondrous frame,—
    Eternal wisdom still the same!

    The smooth, soft air with pulse-like waves
    Flows...

  • This bears the seal of immortality,
      For every soul that reads it feels the search
    Of answering thought, and thousands there may be
    Saying at once, “How straight that looks at me!”
      Nor child nor fool it leaveth in the lurch;
    But, like the eyes that mark great Guido’s fame,
    It follows every one, as if by name.

  • My absent daughter—gentle, gentle maid,
        Your life doth never fade!
    O, everywhere I see your blue eyes shine,
      And on my heart, in healing or command,
      I feel the pressure of your small, warm hand
    That slipped at dawn, almost without a sign,
        So softly out of mine!

    The birds all sing of you, my darling one;
        Your day...

  • Not in the world of light alone,
    Where God has built his blazing throne,
    Nor yet alone in earth below,
    With belted seas that come and go,
    And endless isles of sunlit green,
    Is all thy Maker’s glory seen:
    Look in upon thy wondrous frame,—
    Eternal wisdom still the same!

    The smooth, soft air with pulse-like waves
    Flows...

  • There are some hearts like wells, green-mossed and deep
          As ever Summer saw;
    And cool their water is,—yea, cool and sweet;—
          But you must come to draw.
    They hoard not, yet they rest in calm content,
          And not unsought will give;
    They can be quiet with their wealth unspent,
          So self-contained they live.

    And...

  • Endow the Living — with the Tears —

    You squander on the Dead,

    And They were Men and Women — now,

    Around Your Fireside —


    Instead of Passive Creatures,

    Denied the Cherishing

    Till They — the Cherishing deny —

    With Death's Ethereal Scorn —

  • If He were living — dare I ask —

    And how if He be dead —

    And so around the Words I went —

    Of meeting them — afraid —


    I hinted Changes — Lapse of Time —

    The Surfaces of Years —

    I touched with Caution — lest they crack —

    And show me to my fears —


    Reverted to adjoining...