Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.