1. Ad Finem. On the white throat of the' useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion,
2. Dust-sealed. I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
See bloom, where other eyes see blight.
They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
3. Nothing But Stones. I think I never passed so sad an hour,
Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night.
The edifice from basement to the tower
4. The Crimes Of Peace Musing upon the tragedies of earth,
Of each new horror which each hour gives birth,
Of sins that scar and cruelties that blight
5. All For Me. The world grows green on a thousand hills -
By a thousand willows the bees are humming,
And a million birds by a million rills,
6. What We Needed. What does our country need? Not armies standing
With sabres gleaming ready for the fight.
Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,
7. Deep Unto Deep Was Calling They rode through the bannered city -
The King and the Commoner,
And the hopes of the world were with them,
8. The Story. They met each other in the glade -
She lifted up her eyes;
Alack the day! Alack the maid!
9. The Musicians The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure,
And I laughed when the music fell on my ear,
For he and Mirth played a joyful measure,
10. Love's Supremacy As yon great Sun in his supreme condition
Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,
So does my love absorb each vain ambition
11. My Ships If all the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
From sunny lands, and lands of cold,
12. How Is It? You who are loudly crying out for peace,
You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.
How is it in the four walls of your home
13. A Mother's Wail The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are singing in careless mirth,
14. The Voice I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised,
Cried loudly throâ?? the world, â??Disarm! Disarm! â??
And there was consernation in the camps;
15. Old Times Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times;
Of the long lost golden hours.
When "Winter" meant only Christmas chimes,
16. Preparation We must not force events, but rather make
The heart soil ready for their coming, as
The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,
17. The King And The Siren The harsh King--Winter--sat upon the hills,
And reigned and ruled the earth right royally.
He locked the rivers, lakes, and all the rills--
18. Isaura Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?
'What play?' Why, this old play of winning hearts!
19. Widows The world was widowed by the death of Christ:
Vainly its suffering soul for peace has sought
And found it not.
20. Ambition's Trail If all the end of this continuous striving
Were simply to attain,
How poor would seem the planning and contriving
21. The Yellow-covered Almanac I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwelling
To daughter Susieâ??s stylish house right on the city street:
And there was them before I came that sort of scared me, telling
22. Were I Man Grown Were I man grown, I'd stand
With clean heart, soul, and hand,
An honor to this land.
23. Two Roses A humble wild-rose, pink and slender,
Was plucked and placed in a bright bouquet,
Beside a Jacqueminotâ??s royal splendour,
24. Spectres How terrible these nights are when alone
With our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,
And some old sorrow, to the world unknown,
25. Answers What is the end of each man's toil,
Brother, O Brother?
A handful of dust in a bit of soil-
26. The Spirit Of Great Joan Back of each soldier who fights for France,
Aye, back of each woman and man
Who toils and prays through these long tense days.
27. Wanted--a Little Girl Where have they gone to-the little girls
With natural manners and natural curls;
Who love their dollies and like their toys,
28. A Naughty Little Comet There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.
30. Arise Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day,
While the golden, precious hours flit away?
See you not the day is waning, waning fast?
31. New Year The New Year dawns again upon the earth,
And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.
From east to west, from north to south, we hear
32. Camp Followers In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
Women of weak wills and strong desire.
33. Art And Heart Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
34. Ad Finum On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion