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I hail the glad Spring, With its sunshine and showers, With its warb'ling brooks, Gay birds, and bright flowers, For it brings the sweet rose, The queen of the lawn, Whose radiant hues Greet the blushes of dawn. The bright, blushing…

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going— Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee— Let thy whole strength go to each; Let no future dreams elate thee— Learn thou…

From the earth thy spirit hath flow, Far beyond the etherial blue; True the clods of the vale o'er thy body we cast, But thy spirit the grave did eschew. To the city of God it hath flown, Where sin and disease never come, Where sighing and…

The Sabbath morning breaks upon the earth, And toiling millions hail the blessed day— The one of all that gives them sweet repose From cares and toils that e'er beset life's way. The sun, uprising, tints the eastern sky, And bathes the earth in…

Mildly judge ye of each other— Be to condemnation slow; The very best have got their failings, Something good the worst can show. The brilliant sun hath spots of darkness On his radiant front, they say, And the clock that never goeth Speaks…

No seas again shall sever, No desert intervene; No deep and rolling river Shall roll its tide between. No bleak cliffs upward tow'ring Shall bound our eager sight; No tempest darkly lowering, Shall warp us in its night. Love, and unsevered…

Dr. John Pierpont, at the Boston Anti-Slavery Fair, in 1842, being asked for his autograph, hastily dashed off the following:Onemouth andoneback to two hands is the law That the hand of his Maker has stamped upon man; But Slavery lays on God's…

Dr. John Pierpont, at the Boston Anti-Slavery Fair, in 1842, being asked for his autograph, hastily dashed off the following:Our tobacco they plant, andour cotton they pick And our rice they can harvest and thrash; They feed us in health and they…

Nothing is our own, we hold our pleasures Just a little while 'ere they are fled; One by one life robs us of our treasures; Nothing is our own except our dead. They are ours, and hold in faithful keeping, Safe forever, all they took away; Cruel…

To music's sweet measure in couples they whirl,Tattooing the floor as they circle and curl;The toes of the ladies go tippity-tip,The heels of the gentlemen rippity-rip,All making a Babel of noise by their jumps,Like hoppity, skippity, thumpity…