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Red, red roses glowing in the garden,
Rare, white lilies swaying on your stalks,
Did you hear me pray my sweet love for pardon,
Straying with him through your garden walks?

Ah, you glow and smile when the sun shines upon you—
You thrill with delight at the tears of the dew,
And the wind that caresses you boasts that he won you—
Do you think, fair flowers, to them all to be true?

Sun, dew, and wind, ah, they all are your lovers—
Sun, dew, and wind, and you love them back again—

Brute beast, at last you have it! Now we know
Truth's not a phrase, justice an idle show.
Your life ran red with murder, green with lust
Blood has washed blood clean, and in the final dust
Your carrion will be purified. Yet, see,
Though your body perish, for your soul shall be
An immortality of infamy!

Hunger of the world,
When we ask a grace,
Be remembered here with us,
By the vacant place.

Thirst, with nought to drink,
Sorrow more than mine,
May God someday make you laugh,
With water turned to wine.

From Susquehanna's farthest springs
Where savage tribes pursue their game,
(His blanket tied with yellow strings,)
A shepherd of the forest came.

Not long before, a wandering priest
Expressed his wish, with visage sad--
"Ah, why (he cried) in Satan's waste,
"Ah, why detain so fine a lad?

"In white-man's land there stands a town
"Where learning may be purchased low--
"Exchange his blanket for a gown,
"And let the lad to college go.'--

From long debate the council rose,
And viewing Shalum's tricks with joy

Japan is not a land where men need pray,
For 'tis itself divine:—
Yet do I lift my voice in prayer and say:
«May ev'ry joy be thine!

And may I too, if thou those joys attain,
Live on to see thee blest!»
Such the fond prayer, that, like the restless main,
Will rise within my breast.

Not only once, and long ago,
There on Golgotha's rugged side,
Has Christ, the Lord, been crucified
Because He loved a lost world so.
But hourly souls, sin-satisfied,
Mock His great love, flout His commands.
And I drive nails deep in His hands,
You thrust the spear within His side.

Not only once, and long ago,
There on Golgotha's rugged side,
Has Christ, the Lord, been crucified
Because He loved a lost world so.
But hourly souls, sin-satisfied,
Mock His great love, flout His commands.

Venus, by Adonis' side,
Crying kissed, and kissing cried,
Wrung her hands and tore her hair
For Adonis dying there.

‘Stay!’ quoth she, ‘Oh, stay and live!
Nature surely doth not give
To the earth her sweetest flowers,
To be seen but some few hours.

On his face, still as he bled,
For each drop, a tear she shed,
Which she kissed, or wiped, away,
Else had drowned him where he lay.

‘Fair Proserpina,’ quoth she,
‘Shall not have thee yet from me;
Nor thy soul to fly begin,

My thoughts poor plummet deep I sink,
But never bottom find,
And, rudder gone and compass lost,
The sport of every wind,

Survey the veiled-up heavens in vain;
No sun-gleam in the day,
And in the night never a star,
E'en could I shape my way.

Like wild sea gulls my mind wheels on—
A weary worthless chase,
And sometimes folds her jaded wing,
And rests a little space.

No glimpse of blue the clouds glints through,
Yet comes a sunny dream;
A boy bends o'er an old oak bridge

Stout Robin Hood, a most lusty out-law,
As ever yet lived in this land,
As ever yet lived in this land.
His equal I 'm sure you never yet saw,
So valiant was he of his hand,
So valiant was he of his hand.

No archers could ever compare with these three,
Although from us they are gone;
The like was never, nor never will be,
To Robin Hood, Scarlet and John.

Many stout robberies by these men were done,
Within this our kingdom so wide;
Vpon the highway much treasure they have won,

“The truest wisdom's ever of the heart:
The generous impulse finds the way all plain.”
Then life mistook in wasting such rare art
Through age-long building of the wondrous brain.