When Christ Ascended Triumphantly From Star To

Burn, O Evening Hearth, And Waken Pleasant Visions, As Of Old! Though The House By Winds Be Shaken, Safe I Keep This Room Of Gold!

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

Balder The Beautiful Is Dead, Is Dead!

There Is A Reaper, Whose Name Is Death, And, With His Sickle Keen, He Reaps The Bearded Grain At A Breath, And The Flowers That Grow Between.

Art Is The Child Of Nature.