forward as he runs, With lightly closed fists and arms partially rais’d.
Beautiful Women
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
Mother and Babe
I see the sleeping babe nestling the breast of its mother, The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long.
Thought
Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness; As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men following the