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Thus in extremes of cold and heat,
Where wandering man may trace his kind;
Wherever grief and want retreat,
In Woman they compassion find;
She makes the female breast her seat,
And dictates mercy to the mind.

The One In Ten

© Edgar Albert Guest

Nine passed him by with a hasty look,

Each bent on his eager way;

Realities

© Kenneth Slessor

(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)
Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,
Gravely in warm plaster turning; the hedges are dark.
The trees come suddenly to flower with moonlight,

The Watchers

© Katharine Tynan

THE cottages all lie asleep;
The sheep and lambs are folded in
Winged sentinels the vale will keep
Until the hours of life begin.

Song Of The Aviator

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,

You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,

The Earth With Thunder Torn

© Fulke Greville

THE earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted,
With waters dron'd, with windy palsy shaken,
Cannot for this with heaven be distast'd,
Since thunder, rain, and winds from earth are taken;

A Chippewa Legend

© James Russell Lowell

The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end,

Called his two eldest children to his side,

Reapers

© Mathilde Blind

Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling there together;
Seven I count in all, in yon field of wheat,
Where the rich ripe ears in the harvest weather
Glow an orange gold through the sweltering heat.

Green Things Growing

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

Quare Fatigasti

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Two years ago I was thinking

On the changes that years bring forth;

For Louis Pasteur

© Edgar Bowers

How shall a generation know its story

If it will know no other? When, among

The Mermaid

© Madison Julius Cawein

The moon in the East is glowing;
I sit by the moaning sea;
The mists down the sea are blowing,
Down the sea all dewily.

The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

_Elsie._ Here are flowers for you,
But they are not all for you.
Some of them are for the Virgin
And for Saint Cecilia.

A Deed And A Word

A little stream had lost its way

Amid the grass and fern;

Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'

WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,

And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,

On the Death of Mr. Crashaw

Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given

The two most sacred names of earth and heaven,

Real Help

If you can smooth his path a bit,

Bring laughter to his worried face,

Dedication for The Hunting Of The Snark

Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.