ONWARD! our noble champion!
Though clouds above thee lower,
Though friend and foe alike combine -
Thou wilt not dread their power.
Onward! for faint hearts look to thee
For courage 'mid the storm'
And many a fervent prayer goes up
To shield…
WEEP, orphans, weep! - for ye have lost a friend -
Ye widows, shed the tributary tear;
Ye sons of want - come, and in sadness bend
O'er the loved form - now cold and lifeless here;
Weep, captives, weep! - ye sick and injur'd too,
Ye lone and…
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest,
And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart,
As fades the day beam in the rosy west.
'Tis with a nameless feeling of regret
We gaze upon them as they melt…
'Tis evening now - the Sun's last smileSoft on the snowy peaks is flung;And o'er the shadowy dells, the while,The veil of gathering night is hung,Dark, and more deep, the shades come down,And softer glows the fading light,'Till the last beam of day…
Beautiful evening! my bewildered brain
And aching bosom, with fond orisons, bless
The coming of thy shadows - faint with pain,
And yearning for the hours of quietness
That follow in the twilight. The fair morn
Unfurls o'er eastern hills her…
Like to the falling of a star;Or as the flights of eagles are;Or like the fresh Spring's gaudy hue;Or silver drops of morning dew;Or like the wind that chafes the flood;Or bubbles which on water stood;Even such is man, whose borrowed lightIs straight…
Vermont, in presenting these noble resolutions with an American Congress in the face of so much plagued malice and cruelty, appeared like an angel of mercy walking upon the high places of the earth. Who might not on that day have covered the honor of…
Saw ye where the Savior keptWatch, while his disciples slept?Did ye hear the Savior speak,While the sweat bedewed his cheek?Did ye listen to the Lord,And receive the hallowed word?Heard ye your Redeemer sayTo his followers, "Watch and pray?"Not to…
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,…
Now autumn moves with chilling breath,
And all her winds prevail,
And you sweet flower whose hue is death
Stands trembling in the gale;
Leaf after leaf all withered shed,
And scattered on the ground,
And how the flower, the stem is dead
Nor…
