. Astray with song and fancy. the World 43 Canoeing at Lenape 44 My Prayer .45 Home Walls 46 The Birds are Singing in the Rain 47 The Token 48 To Mother 49 CONTENTS Page The Night-Blooming Cereus 50 The Battle 51 Schumanns Traumerei 52 The Madonna 53 The Storm 54 Flower Song 55 The Lady of the Blue Bandeau 56 One Who Was Fond of Ephemeral Pleasures . . .57 Chanson 58 In the Catskills 59 Niagara 60 Bernard Shaw 61 Song 62 Kinship 63 To Mischa Elman 64 King by Divine Right 65 To F. Gutekunst 66 The Wild-Rose 67 The Wanderers Song 68 Eugenie 69 To a Child With Flowers 70 The Test 71 A Christmas S
. Astray with song and fancy. the World 43 Canoeing at Lenape 44 My Prayer .45 Home Walls 46 The Birds are Singing in the Rain 47 The Token 48 To Mother 49 CONTENTS Page The Night-Blooming Cereus 50 The Battle 51 Schumanns Traumerei 52 The Madonna 53 The Storm 54 Flower Song 55 The Lady of the Blue Bandeau 56 One Who Was Fond of Ephemeral Pleasures . . .57 Chanson 58 In the Catskills 59 Niagara 60 Bernard Shaw 61 Song 62 Kinship 63 To Mischa Elman 64 King by Divine Right 65 To F. Gutekunst 66 The Wild-Rose 67 The Wanderers Song 68 Eugenie 69 To a Child With Flowers 70 The Test 71 A Christmas Song 72 Shadowed 73 The Robins Song 74 A Revelation 75 The Soul Victorious 76 The Apple Blossoms 77 Chanson 78 Peace 79 Destiny 81 When Our Ships Come In 82 At Cedarcroft 83 At Bayard Taylors Tomb 84 Thoughts Suggested by a Childs Gift of Hyacinths 85 Oh! Let Me Be Your Friend 88 Imprisoned 89 On Receiving Some Woodland Flowers 90 The Good Wifes Song 91 Natal Song 92 In a Garden 93 The Evening Primroses 94 Eros 95 Lullaby 96. And at her laughter,ice-freed waters sing. SPRING. VfO cold blast stayeth the approach of Spring;?*• She bravely treads where hollows hold the snow ;Then, from her foot-prints, countless snow-drops grow,And at her laughter, ice-freed waters comes with all the bounty of a king Who on his subjects would great wealth be-stow ;Then, on the sward, like sovereigns falling so,The butter-cups are flung, with noiseless ring. She glances—and the apple-blossoms blush ;She sings—and all the violets awake To touch the lips that, singing, called them though a storm should come fromout the north,Trying its best her joyous song to slake:She shall not cease till Summer bids her hush ! NIGHT SONG. Oh! ivhat a fine fan it •would make, if we could put a handleon the moon. — From the Japanese. TS there not some maiden fair, Of an ante-bellum day,Dressed in lace and old brocade,With a moss-rose in her hair,And a cheek Time cannot fade,Coming by Love
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