Were I as black as ebony -
Dy'd with a torrid sun,
Or with his milder beams but tinged
A Hindoo, brown or dun;
Or was I of the sallow hue
Where temperate beams prevail -
Or did I wear a snowy brow,
By Northern winds bleached pale;
The cause I…
The fair smile of morning,
The glory of noon,
The bright stars, adorning
The path of the moon;
The mist covered mountain,
The valley and plain,
The lake and the fountain,
The river and main -
Their magic combining,
Illume and control,
The…
There's not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lilly fair,
Or streaks the humblest flow'r that grows,
But heaven has placed it there.
At early dawn ther's not a gale,
Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the…
Matt. xxv. 35 - 40.
A poor, wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer "Nay."
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in…
SOFT are the fruitful flowers that spring The welcome promise of the spring,
And soft the vernal gale;
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, The voice of nature and of love,
That gladdens every vale.
But softer, in the mourner's ear, Sounds the…
While yet the evening bell with dulcet tongueIn solemn peals upon the breeze is flung,Which sound like holy guardians of the airThat breathes around the house of praise and prayer;Affrightening by their overwhelming strainFar from the hallowed dome…
God said, "Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt his might,
And fled away:
Then startled seas, and mountains cold Shone forth all bright in blue and gold,
And cried, "Tis day! tis day!"
"Hail, holy light!" exclaim'd The thunderous crowd that…
Farewell to thee, sweet summer,
Thou art almost past away,
And wither'd are the roses,
So lately fresh and gay;
Of if in sunny bowers
Some few may yet be found,
They too soon will be faded,
And scattered o'er the ground.
Farewell to thee,…
Joy to Queen Victoria, Queen and ruler o'er us! Let the soaring music Rise in mighty chorus!
God save Queen Victoria!
England's young Victoria;
May her motto ever be,
"Pax libertas, Gloria!"
Wisdom be her counselor; Truth her queenly glory!…
"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life." WEARY pilgrim, dost thou toil
Friendless o'er earth's pathway here?
Dost thou seek a better soil,
Where approach not guilt and fear?
Come to me, and I will guide
To that every peaceful shore,
Where the…
