Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;
Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;
And the Angel Host to the lone, last ghost their delicate eyebrows arched
As the swaggering sons of the open range drew up to the Throne Sublime.

What I Have Seen #5

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I saw a Christian, a temperance man,
Casting his ballot one day at the polls:
One who believes he does what he can
Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls.
And may be he does-may be he does!
I don't say he doesn't, but may be he does!

The Train

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

A green eye-and a red-in the dark.

Thunder-smoke-and a spark.

Brother Wind

© Alice Guerin Crist

Who wafts from scarce-stirred lily beds
Incense of early purity,
Or wakes to life our laggard souls
With stinging fragrance of the sea.

City

© Arthur Rimbaud

I am an ephemeral

and a not too discontented citizen

For Katrinas Window

© Henry Van Dyke

IN HER TOWER OF YADDO

This is the window's message,

Written For My Son, To Mr. Barry;

© Mary Barber

Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine,
Since the God glows in ev'ry Line;
Why should you think, but I, with Ease,
Might write my native, artless Lays?

Sonnet 2

Beauty and Maiesty are falne at ods,

Th' one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin;

Votive Tablets

That which I learned from the Deity,-
that which through lifetime hath helped me,
Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.

I've Heard The Rushing

Ive heard the rushing of mountain torrents, gushing
Down through the rocks, in a cataract of spray,
Onward to the ocean;
Swift seemed their motion,
Till, lost in the desert, they dwindled away.