What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see… — Richard Watson Gilder Air Copy Share Image
Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is… — Richard Watson Gilder Born Copy Share Image
I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled. — Richard Watson Gilder Angel Copy Share Image
In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them… — Richard Watson Gilder Fiery Copy Share Image
Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes… — Richard Watson Gilder Ancient Copy Share Image
Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, Once more from roaring cannon and the drums And bugles blown at morn, the summons… — Richard Watson Gilder Cannons Copy Share Image
Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes. — Richard Watson Gilder Believer Copy Share Image
Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, And Jamie's after robins, and the man is making hay, And… — Richard Watson Gilder Boys Copy Share Image
In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware,… — Richard Watson Gilder Bears Copy Share Image
A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's… — Richard Watson Gilder Courage Copy Share Image
My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time. — Richard Watson Gilder Buoyancy Copy Share Image
What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-- Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All… — Richard Watson Gilder Beard Copy Share Image
I am the spirit of the morning sea, I am the awakening and the glad surprise. — Richard Watson Gilder Awakening Copy Share Image
Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world… — Richard Watson Gilder Cried Copy Share Image
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men. — Richard Watson Gilder Done Copy Share Image
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like… — Richard Watson Gilder Blast Copy Share Image
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man. — Richard Watson Gilder Absolutes Copy Share Image
I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons, And nights, these are my… — Richard Watson Gilder Art Copy Share Image
