Her Letter
The Man Who Knew
The Logger
The Passing of the Year
The Ghosts
Good-Bye, Little Cabin
Heart o' the North
The Scribe's Prayer






Rhymes of a Rolling Stone






Prelude



I sing no idle songs of dalliance days,
No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming;
I have no Celia to enchant my lays,
No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming.
I am no wordsmith dripping gems divine