There's sorrow on the sea -
The ocean's mighty deep,
When raging winds roar furiously,
And mournful vigils keep:
When noble barques press foaming waves, And sink amid unnumber'd graves.
There's sorrow on the surge,
When blacken'd grows…
ALL night the booming minute-gun
Had peal'd along the deep,
And mournfully the rising sun
Looked o'er the tide-worn steep.
A bark from India's coral strand,
Before the raging blast,
Had vail'd her topsails to the sand,
And bow'd her noble…
TWO VOICES.
While yet the sun, God's servant, waits,
And his reviving beams delays,
Around the attendant, misty earth,
A dim, cold influence plays.
Thou First! and High! and Holy One!
Our light of life from thee descends;
Thy dim reflections…
There is one mind, one omnipresent mind,Omnific. His most holy name is Love.Truth of sublime import! with the whichWho feeds and saturates his constant soul,He from his small particular orbit fliesWith bless'd outstarting! From Himself he…
From old Virginia's mountains,
From Carolina's strand,
Where Georgia's glittering fountains
Abound with golden sand;
From many a Southern river,
From many a vale and plain,
They call us to deliver
From Slavery's galling chain.
What through…
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind’s breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! Day is for mortal care,Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of…
O! whither art thou gone my child,
My one, my dear lost one from me?
O! would that I, to thee could fly,
And on thee cast my wishful eye;
My one, my own, my darling boy.
What fiend in human form, could dare
The power of God, and from me…
Come, Brother, turn with me from pining thoughtAnd all the inward ills that sin has wrought;Come, send abroad a love for all who live,And feel the deep content in turn they give.Kind wishes and good deeds, — they make not poor;They'll home again,…
Ah! let not aught amiss within disposeA noble mind to practice on herself,And tempt opinion to support the wrongsOf passion: whatsoe'er be felt or feared,From higher judgment-seats make no appealTo lower: can you question that the soulInherits an…
