I've lost my little May at last;
She perished in the spring,
When earliest flowers began to bud,
And earliest birds to sing;
I laid her in a country grav,
A green and soft retreat,
A marble tablet o'er her head,
And violets at her feet.
I…
Jesus! the ladder of my faith
Rests on the jasper walls of heaven;
And through the veiling clouds I catch
Faint visions of the mystic seven!
The glory of the rainbowed throne
Illumes those clouds like lambent flame;
As once, on earth, Thy love…
"Carry me across!"
The Syrian heard, rose up, and braced His huge limbs to the accustomed toil;"My child, see how the waters boil!The nights-black heavens look angry-faced;
But life is little loss.
"I'll carry thee with joy,
If needs…
Little white hands,
Pale, pleading face,
Beseeching, imploring—
O! piteous case!
Hear the harsh answer—
See the rough blow;
Mad, like a torrent,
The bitter tears flow.
A demon the man,
An angel the wife;
Ill-mated, ill-fated—
Death wedded…
A traveler through a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows,
And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,
To bask beneath its…
Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
I shall be soon;
Love, rest, and home,
Sweet home!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the…
TUNE—"For a' that, and a' that." Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that;
The coward slave, we pass him by;
We daur be puir for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that,
The rank is but the guinea…
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying clouds, the frostly light;
The Year is dying in the night,
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new;
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The Year is going, let it…
Ding! dong! there is no hell! no hell!
Said the Universalist bell.
Look up to heaven this holy day,Attend this church, and learn the way.There are no fires or fiends to blightThe hope within the heart we light.Ding! dong! there is no hell! no…
A SOUTH AFRICAN BORDER BALLAD.---
A TRUE STORY. ---BY THOMAS PRINGE,A noble-hearted Scotchman, who resided some time in South Africa.
We met in the midst of the Neutral Ground,'Mong the hills where the buffalo's haunts are found;And we joined in…
