"They gore no more, they bellow no more, They trundle around the hills no more:— With the Blackfeet, lying low, With t…"

"Booth led boldly with his big bass drum— (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The Saints smiled gravely and the…"

"Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale— Minds still passion-ridden, soul-powers frail:— Vermin-eaten saints wi…"

"Booth died blind and still by faith he trod, Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God."

"Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of London …"

"Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is not, and only dr…"

"Except the Christ be born again tonight In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his …"

"Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there, And each shall find his brother fair, Like a little child within: All h…"

"Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings; with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the t…"

"The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flo…"