Ripple and run among the roses; Memory's echoes, murmuring after, Fill the dusk when the long day closes.

Simple songs with a cadence olden-- These you learned in the Forest of Arden: Friendly flowers with hearts all golden-- These you borrowed from Eden's garden.

This is the reason why all men love you; Truth to life is the charm of art: Other poets may soar above you-- You keep close to the human heart.

December, 1903.

A HEALTH TO MARK TWAIN

At his Birthday Feast

With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here's to you, and here's to you With love that ne'er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty-seven, The joy of earth, the hope of heaven, And fame well-earned, and friendship true, And peace that comforts every pain, And faith that fights the battle through, And all your heart's unbounded wealth, And all your wit, and all your health,-- Yes, here's a hearty health to you, And here's to you, and here's to you, Long life to you, Mark Twain.

A RONDEAU OF COLLEGE RHYMES

Our college rhymes,--how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love's young dream That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to stray By flowery mead and flowing stream!

There's nothing here, in form or theme, Of thought sublime or art supreme: We would not have the critic weigh Our college rhymes.

Yet if, perchance, a slender beam Of feeling's glow or fancy's gleam Still lingers in the lines we lay At Alma Mater's feet today, The touch of Nature may redeem Our college rhymes.

May, 1904.

THE MOCKING-BIRD

In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day departs he sings of love,-- His own wild song beneath the listening moon.

March, 1904.

THE EMPTY QUATRAIN

A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, 't is perfect still,-- But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.

April, 1904.

INSCRIPTIONS FOR A FRIEND'S HOUSE

THE HOUSE

The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made, The roof of Faith is built above, The fire upon the hearth is Love: Though rains descend and loud winds call, This happy house shall never fall.

THE DOORSTEAD

The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride: The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside: The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend: This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.

THE HEARTHSTONE

When the logs are burning free, Then the fire is full of glee: When each heart gives out its best, Then the talk is full of zest: Light your fire and never fear, Life was made for love and cheer.

THE SUN-DIAL

Time can never take What Time did not give; When my shadows have all passed, You shall live.

THE STATUE OF SHERMAN BY ST. GAUDENS

This is the soldier brave enough to tell The glory-dazzled world that 'war is hell': Lover of peace, he looks beyond the strife, And rides through hell to save his country's life.

April, 1904.

THE SUN-DIAL AT WELLS COLLEGE

The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,-- The NOW on which the shadow stands.

March, 1904.