Oh, past this poor horizon's bound My song goes straight to one who stands, To lead me to the Spring-green lands, Are all of her, are all of her. My maid is dead long years (quoth he), - Oh, yon's the way to Arcady, Oh, yon's the way to Arcady, KATHARINE LEE BATES 5 10 AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 15 O beautiful for spacious skies, America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood O beautiful for pilgrim feet, America! America! God mend thine every flaw, O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine O beautiful for patriot dream God shed His grace on thee DANSKE DANDRIDGE GLAMOUR-LAND Ah! dim, lost Glamour-land, On whose confines I stand, Longing for home that shall be home no more! 5 Where now, on either hand, The fiery swords of seraphs guard the door. There once I roamed to cull Dear hopes more beautiful Than siren thoughts that musing monks resist; Nothing too far or fair But its mirage was there Pictured upon the valley's rosy mist. There each sweet day I heard Songs of a brooding bird Telling of purest pleasure yet to be; There, by the singing streams, Faint forms of darling dreams Loitered and lingered hand in hand with me. Ah, dim, sweet Fancy-land! Thy welkin, rainbow-spanned, The softened light of halcyon hours o'er past, As fades the moon on nights too fair to last. FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN ON A GREEK VASE Divinely shapen cup, thy lip Unto me seemeth thus to speak: "Behold in me the workmanship, The grace and cunning of a Greek! |