Heart of New England

Thanks are due the publishers of various magazines for courteous permission to reprint poems that first appeared in their pages, as follows: _The Atlantic Monthly_, _Harper’s Ma...

This was the garden that Grandmother made, Here in the filtering sunlight and shade. Here grew the delicate, old-fashioned posies, Columbine, larkspur, cinnamon roses, Balsam an...

“How big it is, the Blueness everywhere!” Between two seas, her playtime scarce begun, Trembles the shy, bewildered little one. Above her roll the shoreless depths of air Reflec...

I was a Dryad cloistered in a tree, Nor knew it for a cell, so close and kind; Till some one’s careless fingers found the key And set me free to sun and sky and wind.

We have followed our men to make a home; Wherever they fared we dared to come, From the mountain top to the river mouth, Daughters of Pilgrims, North and South.