Dark night is day and only mild winds blow.

CHILDREN AT THE PARK

We hop and skip in time
In the shade of the sycamore trees,
Fly around like the birds and the bees.

We swing and sway and climb
To the top of the strong monkey bars,
Watch the boats and the Riverside cars.

We swim and shout in glee,
While the ships on the river sail on.
How time flies and the morning is gone.

We leap and prance about
And we sing by the Riverside drive.
Thus we play and we eat and we thrive.

THE FLEET (1945)

A long line of ships,
War-scarred in glory smothered
On navy's glad day.

SPRING IS BUDDING

Why is the sun ashining
And all the faces glad?
Why are the buds abursting
And not, a thing is sad?
I hear the sparrow twittering
Her sweet old melody.
Darling the spring is budding
In all her ecstasy.
Spring and the sun are smiling
To bring the leaves and cress.
Love in the heart is waking
To give us happiness.
I hear the lark awarbling
Her sweet old melody.
And too my heart is singing
In happy ecstasy.

BEAUTIFUL ROSE

Beautiful rose
Your crimson velvet tells me
The loveliest message.

SUN ON THE RIVER

O river, flowing on,
In flashing sunlight roll,
And join the ocean lawn
Up to the island shoal.

O great and mighty stream,
With flaming breast and bow,
Your ferries glide and gleam
Through sparkling glare and glow.

O sun, on rolling wave
Shine far out to the sea,
And rounded billows pave,
Like quickened silver flee.

O sheets of dazzling light,
Move on close to the edge,
Where ships are anchored right,
And gold flames on the ledge.

O rivers, drifting fire
With steamers flaming wide,
Play on your silent lyre
Until the shadows hide.

OUT ON THE BAY

Out on the bay
Was spread a silver while sheet,
Glazed and painted by the sun,
Today.

Down in my heart
Was pain and sorrow's dark sleet
Eased and melted by the sun,
In part.

RESTING

There is no soothing so complete,
As sitting in the sun,
Or chasing butterflies through wheat,
Although no cloth is spun.

A SHOWER'S MELODY

A babbling brooklet wends its happy way
Adown a rocky path across the plain.
And goes a-galloping along in rain.
In drought he stops and waits a lucky da