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"In heaven, the angels are advancing continually to the spring-time of their youth, so that the oldest angel appears the youngest." -- Swedenborg.Not for them the length-ning shadows, Falling coldly 'round our lives; Nearer, nearer, through the…

A rock for ages stern and high,Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky;And never bowed his haughty crest,When angry storms around him prest.Morn springing from the arms of night,Had often bathed his brow with light;And kissed the shadows from his…

SCENE. School Room, school in session.Dramatie Personae:Teacher. A bachelor rising thirty.Pupil. A beautiful girl of sixteen I see that curling and high arched brown, "Scold thee?" aye that I will, Pouting I see thee still, Thou Jade! I know that…

"Watchman, what of the night?" The storm has begun, the thunders are pealing, The lightning of truth, like the stern flashing eye Of Justice, that sleeps not, of vengeance unfeeling Are bursting from clouds in their conflict on high; The winds of…

The queenly moon an artist seem, And paints, as if with magic touch, The midnight landscapes on the streams, And softens into angel dreams The scenes we love so much. The city, with its sparkling vanes, Like Mercy's fluttering wings, Seem hovering…

Slowly o'er his darkened features,Stole the warning shades of death;And we knew the shadowing angelWaited for his parting breath.He had started for his freedom;And his heart beat firm and high--But before he won the guerdon,Came the message--he must…

I exist, and yet of what avail am I; What poor human need leans on me?What aid am I to fellow weakness?The iron hoof of nations has trod upon me,As upon the worm that crawls the ground;But unlike the worm, I turn not crushed.The contumely, scorn,…

The royal casket fair. Hath ne'er a jewel rare From tropics brought, That we could e'er compare With gems of thought. Such gems as glow and glow, Ia beauty everymore: Upon each page; Whose earnest lines doth show Poet and sage. Sent on its mission…

Oh! dreadful, crushing thought, that grinds itselfInto the soul of him, who knows and feels, He bears a name, whose mention will debar Him from all right. It indicates no crime-- Fixes upon the soul no stain of sin, And from the exalted character of…

Oh harvest sun, serenely shining On waving fields and leafy bowers, On garden wall and latticed vine, Thrown brightly, as in by-gone hours. Oh ye sweet voices of the wind, Wooing our tears, in angel tones; Friends of my youth, shall I not weep? Ye…