When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

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Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so...

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so...

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote...

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote...

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him...

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him...

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a...

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a...

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon,...

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon,...

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for...

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for...

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With...

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With...

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever...

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever...

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And...

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And...