One closing sultry summer day,I wandered forth the viewThe beauties of my native vale;The scenes seemed ever new.There danc'd the sunbeams on each hill,Here shade did intervene;While murm'ring sounds rose from each rill,As it cours'd through foliage…
Come! rouse ye, brothers, rouse! a peal now breaksFrom lowest island to our gallant lakes:'Tis summoning you, who long in bonds have lain,To stand up manful on the battle plain, -Each as a warrior, with his armor bright,Prepared to battle in a…
If I had thought thou could'st have died,
I might not weep for thee!
But I forget, when by thy side,
That thou could'st mortal be.
It never through my mind had pass'd,
The time would e'er be o'er,
And I on thee should look my last,
And thou…
The moon is risen on the hill;
The stars in glorious beauty shine;
The hosts of heaven and earth are still,
As silenced by a power divine;
Nor more the western skies display
The ruby tints of parting day.
It is a calmly sacred hour,
When half…
We come o'er mountain top,And inland sea!We come from whence rises upSongs of the free!We come up from Montauk,Where old Ocean's waveSwells proudly, dies gently onShore; 'tis her grave.We come up from Flushing,Will'sburg* and Newtown,From Brooklyn,…
"One by one the objects of our affection depart from us. ----- Thou glorious Spirit-land! O, that I could behold thee as thou art, - the region of life, and light, and love, and the dwelling-place of those beloved ones, whose being has flowed onward…
Farewell, holy man, gone home to thy rest, -
While o'er thee each friend of humanity weeps;
And the children of grief thy philanthropy blest,
Bend in silence around where the peace-maker sleeps.
No more can the lonely and desolate heart
Be…
"Now I saw in my dream, that the highway which Christian was to go, was fenced on either side with a wall, and that wall was called Salvation; Isaiah 26; 1. Up this way, therefore, did burdened Christian run, but not without great difficulty, because…
The evening was glorious, and light through the treesPlayed the sunshine and rain-drops, the birds and the breeze;The landscape, outstretching in loveliness, layOn the lap of the year, in the beauty of May.For the queen of the spring, as she passed…
I knew a widow, very poor,
Who four small children had;
The oldest was but six years old -
A gentle modest lad.
And very hard that widow toiled,
To feed her children four:
And honest pride the woman felt,
Though she was very poor.
To labor,…
