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FACE

WOODWORTH, SAMUEL.
(A. 1785-1842)
Old Oaken Bucket, The ... 49
WOOLSEY, SARAH. (susan

COOLIDGE.) (A. 1845-1905.)

In the Mist 124

When . . . 389

WOOLSON, CONSTANCE
FENIMORE. (A. 1848-1894.)

I Too 386

WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM.
(1770-1850 )

Cuckoo, To the 83

Daffodils 78

^--England 206

Lucy 325

Ode on Immortality 400

Rainbow, The 102

She was a Phantom of Delight 178
Solitary Reaper, The .... 86
Three Years She Grew ... 326
Varying Impressions from Na-
ture 59

We are Seven 329

».* World is too Much with Us, The 57
WOTTON, SIR HENRY.
(1568-1639)

Happy Life, A 306

YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER.
(1865-

White Birds, The 187

YOUNG, EDWARD.
(1684-1765 )
Night 92

ANONYMOUS PIECES AND

TRANSLATIONS.

All Before 387

Bite Bigger 276

Claribel's Prayer 301

Distance Lends Enchantment . 133
Fame (from the German of

Schiller) 473

French National Hymn (from

the French of Rougd ie Lisle) 222
German's Fatherland, The

(from the German) . ... 224
Give Me Back My Youth Again

(from the German of Goethe) . 111

Heart's Content 486

Hope, Faith, Love (from the

German of Schiller) .... 379

Housekeeper's Tragedy, A . . 278

I Hold Still (from the German) , 374

I Shall be Satisfied 385

It Might Have Been .... 333

John Davidson 282

lo More Sea 409

Old Times 456

Popping Com 277

Prussian National Hymn (from

the German) 223

Reaper of Life's Harvest ... 381

Restitution 372

Song of the Forge 451

Waly, Waly, but I.ove be

Bonny 336

Who Ne'er his Bread in Sor-
row Ate (from the German of

Goethe) 345

Winifreda 42

PART I

By the fireside there are old men seated,
Seeing ruined cities in the ashes,

Asking sadly
Of the Past what it can ne'er restore them.

By the fireside there are youthful dreamers,
Building castles fair with stately stairways,

Asking blindly
Of the Future what it cannot give them.

By the fireside tragedies are acted

In whose scenes appear two actors only,

Wife and husband,
And above them God the sole spectator.

By the fireside there are peace and comfort,
Wives and children, with fair thoughtful faces,

Waiting, watching,
For a well-known footstep in the passage.

GOLDEN POEMS

PART I
BY THE FIRESIDE

LIKE A LA VEROCK IN THE LIFT

It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye,
All the world and we two, and Heaven be our stay.
Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side.

What's the world, my lass, my love! — what can it do?
I am thine, and thou art mine; life is sweet and new.
If the world have missed the mark, let it stand by;
For we two have gotten leave, and once more we 'll try.

Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
It's we two, it's we two, happy side by side.
Take a kiss from me, thy man; now the song begins:
"All is made afresh for us, and the brave heart wins."

When the darker days come, and no sun will shine,
Thou shalt dry my tears, lass, and I 'll dry thine.
It's we two, it's we two, while the world's away,
Sitting by the golden sheaves on our wedding-day.

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Only a little brain,

Empty of thought;
Only a little heart,

Troubled with nought.

Only a tender flower

Sent us to rear;
Only a life to love

While we are here;
Only a baby small,

Never at rest;
Small, but how dear to us,

God knoweth best.

Matthias Barr.

CRADLE SONG

What is the little one thinking about?

Very wonderful things, no doubt;
Unwritten history!
Unfathomed mystery!

Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks,

And chuckles, and crows, and nods, and winks,

As if his head were as full of kinks

And curious riddles as any sphinx!

Warped by colic, and wet by tears,
Punctured by pins, and tortured by fears,
Our little nephew will lose two years;
And he 'll never know
Where the summers go;

He need not laugh, for he 'll find it so.

Who can tell what a baby thinks?
Who can follow the gossamer links

By which the manikin feels his way
Out from the shore of the great unknown,
Blind, and wailing, and alone,

Into the light of day?
Out from the shore of the unknown sea,
Tossing in pitiful agony;
Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls,
Specked with the barks of little souls,—
Barks that were launched on the other side,
And slipped from heaven on an ebbing tide!

What does he think of his mother's eyes?
What does he think of his mother's hair?
What of the cradle-roof that flies
Forward and backward through the air?

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