Oh, where they fail, ’tis I that am in blame,
But, where the words loom larger than my pen,
Be sure they ring glad echoes of your name,
And Love that triumphs over Life and Death.
A CHRISTMAS WISH
I cannot give you happiness:
For wishes long have ceased to bring
The Fortune which to page and king
They brought in those good centuries,
When with a quaint and starry wand