by Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where […]

Show me the way to go home I’m tired and I want to go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago And it’s gone right to my head Everywhere I roam Over land or sea or foam You can always hear me singing this song Show me the way to go […]

By Mary Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in […]