Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you: Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark… — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
All that is beautiful shall abide, All that is base shall die. — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
Sad and sweet and wise Here a child reposes; Dust is on his eyes, Quietly he lies - Satan, strew Roses. — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you: Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be… — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought. — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
The earth is rocking, the skies are riven-- Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven. — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can… — Robert Williams Buchanan Copy Share Image
