Pigeon Post

"Must I, who walk alone,     Come on it still,     This Puck of plants     The wise would do away with,     The sunshine slants     To play wi"

"O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,     Love cloth not darken sight.     God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clear     Beholds mor"

"Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall     A holy dwelling-place for Him, that filleth all in all.     They wrought Hi"

"Honor and pity for the smitten field,     The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn,     Whose want must famish love morn after morn,"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"