'T WAS a vision of childhood that came with its dawn,
Ere the curtain that covered life's day-star was drawn;
The nurse told the tale when the shadows grew long,
And the mother's soft lullaby breathed it in song.

For All Blasphemers

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Adam was my grandfather,

A tall, spoiled child,

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July

© George MacDonald

1.

ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!

The Spectre Pig

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT was the stalwart butcher man,
That knit his swarthy brow,
And said the gentle Pig must die,
And sealed it with a vow.

To Heavy Hearts

© Katharine Lee Bates

HEAVY hearts, your jubilee

Droops about the Christmas Tree.

Plead For Me

© Emily Jane Brontë

OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow !
Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee !

Carmen XI

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

Furi et Aureli, comites Catulli,
sive in extremos penetrabit Indos,
litus ut longe resonante Eoa
tunditur unda,

The Parting Word

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I must leave thee, lady sweet

Months shall waste before we meet;

Glad

Theres a battered old drum on the floor,

And a Teddy bear sleeps in my chair,

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Kambalu

Into the city of Kambalu,
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,
At the head of his dusty caravan,
Laden with treasure from realms afar,
Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar,
Rode the great captain Alau.

To The Memory Of Heber

If it be sad to speak of treasures gone,
Of sainted genius call'd too soon away,
Of light, from this world taken, while it shone
Yet kindling onward to the perfect day;
How shall our grief, if mournful these things be,
Flow forth, oh, Thou of many gifts! for thee?