POOLE WITH WAVES AND WINGS—CHARLOTTE PORTER BLUEBERRIES—FRANK PRENTICE RAND NOCTURNE—WILLIAM ROSCOIE THAYER ENVOI—WILLIAM ROSCOE THAYER THERE WHERE THE SEA—MARIE TUDOR MARRIAGE—MARIE TUDOR PITY—HAROLD VINAL A ROSE TO THE LIVING—NIXON WATERMAN THE STORM—G.O. WARREN WHERE THEY SLEEP—G.O. WARREN BEAUTY—G.O. WARREN COMRADES—GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE FLIGHT—GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY HOME-BOUND The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips, The water makes a quietness of sound; Night is an anchoring of many ships Home-bound. There are strange tunnelers in the dark, and whirs Of wings that die, and hairy spiders spin The silence into nets, and tenanters Move softly in. I step on shadows riding through the grass, And feel the night lean cool against my face; And challenged by the sentinel of space, I pass. JOSEPH AUSLANDER AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Those stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! KATHERINE LEE BATES YELLOW CLOVER Must I, who walk alone, come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants To play with, Our wee, gold-dusty flower, the yellow clover, Which once in Parting for a time That then seemed long, Ere time for you was over, We sealed our own? Do you remember yet, O Soul beyond the stars, Beyond the uttermost dim bars Of space, Dear Soul, who found earth sweet, Remember by love’s grace, In dreamy hushes of the heavenly song, How suddenly we halted in our climb, Lingering, reluctant, up that farthest hill, Stooped for the blossoms closest to our feet, And gave them as a token Each to Each, In lieu of speech, In lieu of words too grievous to be spoken, Those little, gypsy, wondering blossoms wet With a strange dew of tears?