I am a child of Southern lands:
Dark blood flows through my veins;
My heart is white as any man's,
And love as deep there reigns.
And as my life is good or bad,
So my reward shall be;
And though I am a colored lad
I'll rank the same as he
Be still, thou heart of mine!
Why dost thou throb against thy will!
Why watch the every move of him
Who loves thee not, whom thou lov'st still?
Why dost thou start in fear?
Why let it cause one mite of pain?
Why keep the faded flower, his…
O empty sound, so fraught with woe, What dost thou come to pest me so -
Why trouble me at all?
Whene'er I would my troubles hide, Whatever else hath left my side,
Thou needst not a call.
Thou hoverest near against my will, Through sunshine and…
SongI walked alone thro' the forest,The noon-day sun was shining,And zephyrs softly whisperedTo wild flowers there reclining;The birds sang joyous music,The wood rang with their lay.And my heart caught their rapture,And soared in bliss away.A cloud…
The heart can in its deepest hours,
Find pleasure in the past,
And in its present of delight,
A joyful radiance cast.
On kindred souls an impress dwells,
A bond of union sweet,
A tender chord of love and joy,
To make that bond complete.
He is risen! He is risen!Let it echo far and near,Tell it out to every nation,All can in His glory share.Earth is robed in spotless beauty,Ready to receive the King,In the triumph of His kingdom,Heaven and earth His praises sing.Hark! the sound of…
Sweet the mission that it brings,O'er our life a joy it flings,We now hail it with delight,Like a vision calm and bright.Through the vale of passing years,Through the mist of earthly cares,Summer comes with breezes sweet,Loving homes and hearts to…
How gloriously it beameth,
With twinkling, silver ray,
Resplendent in its beauty,
To light us on our way.
Though oft the clouds are heavy,
And shadows cast before,
That star on all was shining,
From hut to palace door.
The firmament above…
All day long in the crowded street,
Wand'ring about with shoeless feet,
Waif of the shadows, poor and sad,
No cheering friend to make her glad,
No one has she to light her way,
She walks about the long, long day,
Holding flowers to passers…
What is time? A passing shadow,
Phantom-like on mystic wings;
Fleeting through a world of wonder,
O'er our life a veil it flings.
Deep, too deep for minds to fathom.
Boundary line 'twixt life and death:
Here to-day and gone to-morrow,