- The Baptism Of Clovis
Five hundred years have nearly passed away
Since that glad morn, when o'er fair Bethl'hem's plain
A light resplendent as the glow of day,
Shone down from heaven, and holy angels deign
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- Beautiful Sky
O beautiful sky of every hue;
Golden and purple, crimson and blue,
With some sombre lines thrown in between,
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- Aspiration
I stand to-day on higher ground
Than ever reached before,
Yet from this summit I have found,
Outlined full many more,
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- To Mr. Rudyard Kipling[1]
True laureate of the Anglo-Saxon race,
Whose words have won the hearts of young and old;
So free from cant, and yet replete with grace,
Or prose or verse it glows like burnished gold;
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- Tread Softly
In the courts of truth tread softly,
Though your tread be firm and bold;
Your steps may awaken echoes,
Resounding through years untold.
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