Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE WAYSIDE CRUCIFIX. A Wooden Christ, beside the way, It marks this still and sacred spot, Where people passing, pause to pray That He forget them not. The winds are cold and black the skies, The rain falls from that drooping face Like tears, like tears from sorrowing eyes, And floods the holy place. It is a pitying Christ ! alas ! And shall I halt or shall I flee ? O should I pray here as I pass That He forget not me? IN THE HARZ. Across the mountain and the valley The goat-bells tinkle, tinkle, tinkle ; The warm winds whisper, sing and dally In heather bloom and periwinkle ; The fir-trees change their gloom for smiling ; The long sounds from the distant churches Float up enchanting and beguiling, And lose themselves among the birches ; The red-roofed hamlets seem like roses Which drowsily the eyes may number, And far and wide the blue sky closes O'er those who dream and those who slumber.VILLANELLE. Through these long months thy love shall bless A lonely roamer over seas, So love me more and sorrow less. Each tender smile, each past caress— How very dear to him are these, Whom through long years thy love shall bless, Who to his bosom aye shall press The new-found flower of love—heart's-ease ! So love me more and sorrow less. To listening Fates each night address A low-voiced prayer upon thy knees, That they long years our love may bless. 14 I If THE SHADE OF YGDRASIL. Perhaps the pitying Sisters guess How Hope the loveless bosom flees : Love, love me more—to sorrow less ! Love shall come back in tenderness, Across the months, across the seas, The steadfast love thy love doth bless ; So love me more and sorrow less. THE SICILIAN TRIAD. Where are they gone, Ah, whither fled, The son...