Away o’er the hills in the valley green            Away from the noise of the busy town;            I dream sweet dreams of the olden days            Of you in your…

            Do not worry over trifles, though                to you they may seem great,            All your fretting will not help you,                or your troubles dissipate.             If your sky is dark…

            Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918.             I wove me a wreath of flowers                To place in memories hall,            In honor of the brave and fearless…

             Written for the first thrift stamp drive.             I want to be a soldier                And march away to France;            I want to find a wicked “Hun,”                And shoot…

    In days of peace my fellow-men        Rightly regarded me as more like    A Bishop than a Major-Gen.,        And nothing since has made me warlike;    But when this age-long struggle…

   �Now, welcome, welcome, masters mine,    Thrice welcome to the noble chase,    Nor earthly sport, nor sport divine,    Can take such honourable place.�    – Ballad of the Wild Huntsman. (Free…

Fytte I    By Wood and Wold    [A Preamble] �Beneath the greenwood bough.�    – W. Scott.     Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows,    Though laden with faint perfume,    �Tis the…

   The troubles of life are many,    The pleasures of life are few;    When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,    I dreamt that the skies were blue,    When we sat…

�The hills like giants at a hunting lay    Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay.�    – Browning.     You�ll take my tale with a little salt,    But…

   Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr�d    And rustled by the scented breath of spring;    Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that…