Disillusion

To weed the Garden of the Mind Of all rank growths of doubt and sin, And let faith's flowers thrive and win To blossom; and, through faith, to find…

Tattered, in ragged raiment of the rain, The Night arrives. Outside the window there He stands and, streaming, taps upon the pane; Or, crouching down beside the cellar-stair,…

When, one by one, the stars have trembled through Eve's shadowy hues of violet, rose, and fire As on a pansy-bloom the limpid dew Orbs its bright beads; and, one by one, the choir…

I took the road again last night On which my boyhood's hills look down; The old road leading from the town, The village there below the height,…

Don't know what to do to-day. Got so many things to do I can't do them. Want to play, But my toys are all too new…

Roses, brier on brier, Like a hedge of fire, Walled it from the world and rolled Crimson 'round it; manifold…

Though Summer walks the world to-day With corn-crowned hours for her guard, Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray, And wait in Autumn's weedy yard.And where the larkspur and the phlox…

I.The FoolHere is a tale for children and their grannies: There was a fool, a man who'd had his chances But missed them, somehow; lost them, just for fancies, Tag-ends of things with which he'd crammed crannies…