The Price of Peace
Storm-Music
The Bells of Malines
Jeanne d'Arc Returns
The Name of France
America's Prosperity
The Glory of Ships
Mare Liberum
"Liberty Enlightening the World"
The Oxford Thrushes
Homeward Bound
The Winds of War-News
Righteous Wrath
The Peaceful Warrior
From Glory Unto Glory
Britain, France, America
The Red Cross
Easter Road
America's Welcome Home
The Surrender of the German Fleet
Golden Stars
In the Blue Heaven
A Shrine in the Pantheon

IN PRAISE OF POETS

Mother Earth
Milton
Wordsworth
Keats
Shelley
Robert Browning
Tennyson
"In Memoriam"
Victor Hugo
Longfellow
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Edmund Clarence Stedman
To James Whitcomb Riley
Richard Watson Gilder
The Valley of Vain Verses

MUSIC

Music
Master of Music
The Pipes o' Pan
To a Young Girl Singing
The Old Flute
The First Bird o' Spring

THE HOUSE OF RIMMON

A DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS

The House of Rimmon
Dramatis Personae

APPENDIX

CARMINA FESTIVA

The Little-Neck Clam
A Fairy Tale
The Ballad of the Solemn Ass
A Ballad of Santa Claus
Ars Agricolaris
Angler's Fireside Song
How Spring Comes to Shasta Jim
A Bunch of Trout-Flies

Index of First Lines

SONGS OUT OF DOORS

EARLY VERSES

THE AFTER-ECHO

How long the echoes love to play
Around the shore of silence, as a wave
Retreating circles down the sand!
One after one, with sweet delay,
The mellow sounds that cliff and island gave,
Have lingered in the crescent bay,
Until, by lightest breezes fanned,
They float far off beyond the dying day
And leave it still as death.
But hark,--
Another singing breath
Comes from the edge of dark;
A note as clear and slow
As falls from some enchanted bell,
Or spirit, passing from the world below,
That whispers back, Farewell.

So in the heart,
When, fading slowly down the past,
Fond memories depart,
And each that leaves it seems the last;
Long after all the rest are flown,
Returns a solitary tone,--
The after-echo of departed years,--
And touches all the soul to tears.

1871.

DULCIORA

A tear that trembles for a little while
Upon the trembling eyelid, till the world
Wavers within its circle like a dream,
Holds more of meanin