Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and wild war's desolation; CHORUS And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO John Anderson, my jo, John, John Anderson, my jo, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, MEETING AT NIGHT The gray sea and the long black land; Burns. Browning. In fiery ringlets from their sleep, Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD There are hermit souls that live withdrawn There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man. Let me live in a house by the side of the road, The men who are good and the men who are bad, I would not sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's band; Let me live in a house by the side of the road I see from my house by the side of the road, The men who press with the ardor of hope, But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears— Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon But still I rejoice when the travellers rejoice, Let me live in my house by the side of the road They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish-so am I. They why should I sit in the scorner's seat Or hurl the cynic's ban?— Let me live in my house by the side of the road Accentuation, 51 A INDEX Away,away our fires stream bright, 235 Away to the hills, to the caves, B Bald Headed Man, 139 Baron's Last Banquet, The, Al- Battle Hymn of the Republic, Be gone! Run to your houses, Bells of Shandon, The, Francis Belphoebe, The Huntress, Edmund Bernardo and Alphonso, II, J. G. Bernardo Del Carpio I, Felicia Bernardo's Revenge III, Anony- |