Brothers! the day declines,
Above the glacier brightens,
And red through Hunkwyl pines
The vesper halo lightens;
From hamlet, rock, and chalet,
Your grateful songs be poured,
Till mountain, lake, and valley,
Re-echo - Praise the Lord.
The sun…
Thou art a harsh instructer - yet by thee
We learn important lessons; thou dost teach
How frail and fleeting earthly hopes may be
How oft the goal recedes we strive to reach;
Thine is a form of darkness, and we turn
Heart-sick and weary from the…
"Not MY will, but THINE."I had a tender blossom,
Its nursing root was dead,
And in my breast I hid it,
When its angel mother fled!
But at every blast I shudder'd,
And I trembled, day and night,
Lest some unseen destroyer,
My only bud should…
"The Indians of Bengal, and of the coast of Malabar, bring cages filled with birds to the graves of their friends, over which they set the birds at liberty. This custom is alluded to in the description of Virginia's funeral." - See Paul and Virginia.…
The rising sun in splendor shines,
And bids the morn appear
In all the brightness God designs,
For us his creatures here.
O! let us now, and ever raise,
Our youthful voices high;
O! let us every morning praise
Our God who's ever nigh.
For he…
There is one bright enchanting spot,
Where love and beauty glow,
Which oft the glorious grace of God,
Hath made a heaven below;
And in that covenant-sheltered spot
There is a radient gem,
More precious far than ocean pearls,
Or empire's…
When on a fragrant scandal tree
The woodman's axe descends,
And she, who bloomed so beauteously,
Beneath the weapon bends.
E'en on the edge that wrought her death,Dying she breathes her sweetest breath,As if to token in her fallPeace to her…
There were bright vision's in my dreams,
Sights of my native land -
How beautiful her bonny streams,
Flowing o'er golden sand -
How beautiful the flowers beside, Stooping to drink their silver tide. My old companions bounding came
From bamboo…
Around thee shall the prairie roll its green
And flowery billows far off in the sun,
And a deep murmur rise from that wide scene,
The solemn and low-chanted hymn of one
Whose spirit, like the sunshine beaming bright,
Poured for the mellow light…
"There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain."
--- How beautiful, how beautiful,
The land of promised calm,
Where Sharon's roses ceaseless bloom,
And Gilead's trees of balm;
Where every tear is…
