Get up, little sister; the morning is bright,And the birds are all singing to welcome the light;The buds are all opening - the dew's on the flower;If you shake but a branch, see there falls quite a shower.By the side of their mothers, look, under the…
It is unnatural, we learn by sight,
For things to sorrow long. Philosophy,
Whose ken is clear, does prove us this. Still night,
Which sits, so frequent weeping that the eye
Of twilight should neglect her, - scorns to sigh,
So soon as wooers…
"A NEW YEAR'S GIFT," from thee, O Lord, I crave!For thou are full, and overflowest stillWith blessings spiritual, through the whole churchArrived in heaven, and all who wait below,Thy sovereign call to hear, and all who wait below,Have tasted of thy…
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground, "God's Acre!" It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.
"God's-Acre!" Yes; that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those,…
Proudly on Cressy's tented wold
The Lion flag of England flew;
As proudly gleamed its crimson fold
O'er the dun heights of Waterloo:
But other lyres shall greet the brave; Sing now, that we have freed the Slave. The ocean plain, where Nelson…
I PLUCK'D a Rose for thee, sweet friend,
Thine ever favorite flower,
A bud I long had nurs'd for thee,
Within my wintry bower;
I group'd it with the fragrant leaves
That on the myrtle grew,
And tied it with a silken string
Of soft cerulean…
SWEET music in the wave-worn ear!
It is the seaman's cry,
When the first speck of home-land near
Breaks on the eager eye;
Then, loud as lip the news can spread, The top-mast man shouts - "Land a-head!" O, as those gladsome tidings speed
Down…
A truly affecting and instructive incident, which can hardly fail to come home to one's bosom with salutary force."Mother," said a little sick son, about four years of age, "will you pray? - I can't say 'Our Father' now."----Pray, mother, pray, for…
Heard ye the whisper of the breeze,
As soft it murmured by,
Amid the shadowy forest trees?
It tells, with meaning sigh,
Of the bowers of bliss on that viewless shore, Where the weary spirit shall sin no more.
While sweet and low in crystal…
Come to thy secret chamber - oh, my soul,Deep, deep within, - The thrilling harp of loveThat cheers thee daily with its symphoniesBid it keep silence, and the hand of hopeRest 'mid the rose-buds it would weave for thee;Repel intrusive care, and bid…
