This world of wondrous seeming Is not a distant place. ’Tis a new way of dreaming To walk in it a space, To tread its flow’ring meadows, To sit beside its streams. It is a world of shadows, And yet how real it seems! The Stars and Stripes for Me (1922) I bare my head to banners That others know and love, But one I hold the fairest That decks the blue above. Whatever be their emblems, Wherever they may be, Stand, if you will, beneath them-- But the Stars and Stripes for me. It stands for all I covet, It leads in all I seek; Its folds afford protection And succor to the weak; It stands for right and justice, And peace and liberty. To others you are welcome-- But the Stars and Stripes for me. No flag shall wave above it On any purpose bent, Nor snatch its honor from it-- At least with my consent. It speaks of proud traditions, High hopes for years to be. No other scheme or banner But the Stars and Stripes for me. The Station (1922) THIS is a place of endings and of startings, Of journeys finished, journeys just begun. It is a place of meetings and of partings, Of heart-ties welded and of struggles done. It is a place of laughter and of sighing, And both commingled in some heart that swells; A place of whispered questions, low replying, Lost in the clanging din of engine bells. It is a place of partings and of meetings, A place of hoping and a place of fear, A place of farewells and a place of greetings. The mountain crests of life are rounded here. Here does the world pass by in long procession. Here do the heart’s tides ebb, and flow, and surge. Earth’s best and worst are mingled in the station. Here do the paths of all the world converge. [Poem title in cursive font is above an illustration surrounding the author’s name. Left side has city skyscrapers and a dollar sign. Middle has a train station. Right side has a simpler home in the countryside and a heart. White, billowing clouds form a prominent background for the city and country settings. One double-line encircles all structures and the author’s name.] The Teacher v1922 The eyes of the ages are toward him. The love of the race is his own. The heart of the world will reward him With a name that is more than a throne. The life that he lives is unending, For he is the servant of youth. Earth is lit by the flame he is tending --This priest at the altar of truth.