By E. DykeAlong the bank of Ganges slowly pacedA tall, dark man, in robes of purest white.With earnest, thoughtful look he stood and gazedUpon the str...
By drear and dirty ways I passed, Their sordid scenes my soul oppressed; I craved for coolness and for rest, For ocean spaces clean and vast.But, boun...
Am thy brother’s limitation, Be he lame or be he blind;Whatsoe’er thy place or station, ’Tis thy duty to be kind. Be it deafness, be it blindness—Eac...
Today you wrote a letterTo one who calls you friend;Is any man the betterFor words which you have penned?Is any home the brighterBecause you passed th...
Nothing shall be wasted; everything that’s true Liveth on forever, mighty deeds to do; Though the form may vanish, in a little space, Something fairer...
By E. DykeThe Caliph Hackam, wishful to enlargeAnd beautify his palace garden, bought,For this his purpose, the adjoining ground.But one poor widow, d...
Beneath one roof two human forms behold,A radiant child, with silky, golden hair,And face like some sweet flow’r, so fresh and fair;A faded woman, fee...