Patria
  America
  The Ancestral Dwellings
  Hudson’s Last Voyage
  Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
  A Ballad of Claremont Hill
  Urbs Coronata
  Mercy for Armenia
  Sicily, December, 1908
  “Come Back Again, Jeanne d’Arc”
  National Monuments
  The Monument of Francis Makemie
  The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
  “America for Me”
  The Builders
  Spirit of the Everlasting Boy
  Texas
  Who Follow the Flag
  Stain not the Sky
  Peace-Hymn of the Republic

THE RED FLOWER AND GOLDEN STARS

  The Red Flower
  A Scrap of Paper
  Stand Fast
  Lights Out
  Remarks About Kings
  Might and Right
  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