CONTENTS
TO SECOND EDITION.
Poems.
[Our Lives]
[The Messenger]
[Idle]
[Ye Agents]
[Warned]
[Life]
[Stars]
[Fading]
[Haunted]
[Ghosts]
[Tim's Story]
[Memory's Garden]
[Mysteries]
[What the Winds Told Me]
[Sometimes]
[Blind Sorrow]
["Be Not Weary"]
[To Those Who Never Pray]
[Hung]
[Compassion]
[Fame]
[Her Mother's Beautiful Eyes]
[Old Times]
[This World]
[Going Away]
[Good-Bye]
[Jamie]
[A Mother's Reverie]
[The Two Glasses]
[Twilight Thoughts]
[Only a Kiss]
[When I Am Dead]
[Don't Talk When You've Nothing to Say]
[The Frost Fairy]
[Florabelle]
[The Doomed City's Prayer]
[One Woman's Plea]
[Decoration Poem]
[A Baby in the House]
[Poem]
[The People's Favorite]
[Dream Time]
[Lines Written on the Death of James Buell]
[Under the Willow]
[Doubting]
[At Sunset]
[A Twilight Thought]
[True Warriors]
[One of These]
[A Fancy]
[Tired]
[Never]
[True Love]
[His Song]
[When You Go Away]
[Bleak Weather]
[The Tale the Robin Told]
[A Memory]
[Waiting]
[Drifting Apart]
[Once More Together]
[Once in a While]
[Beauty]
[A Plea for Fame]
[Somewhere]
[Our Angel]
[A Summer Idyl]
[The Musicians]
[In Vain]
[Baby Eva]
[I Shall Not Forget]
[The Old and the New]
[Decoration Poem]
[At Set of Sun]
[Love Song]
[Display]
[At the Window]
[How]
[By and By]
[King and Siren]
[After?]
[If You Had Been True]
[Afloat]
[Roses and Lillies]
[In Heaven With You]
[Thou Dost Not Know]
[A Golden Year]
[Foreshadowed]
[Fortune's Wheel]
[Searching]
[Daft]
[Trust]
[The Common Link]
[Buried To-day]
[When I Die]
[The Unseen Thorn]
[Father and Child]
[Under the Moon]
[Singers]
[Take My Hand]
[Disinterred]
[A Lawyer's Romance]
[A Summer Day]
[Song and Maid]
[Asleep]
[Two Counts]
[The Watcher]
[Life and Death]
[An Autumn Reverie]
[Two Lives]
[In Memoriam]
[My Love]
[The Frost Fairy]
[The Summons]
[Three Years Old]
[The Difference]
[Love's Extravagance]
[You Will Forget Me]
END.
SHELLS
[OUR LIVES]
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the music, whatever the song,
Whatever its rhyme, or metre;
And if it is sad, we can make it glad.
Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.
One has a song that is free and strong;
But the music he writes is minor;
And the sad, sad strain is replete with pain,
And the singer becomes a repiner.