It is a short and simple prayer,
But 'tis the Christian's stay
Through every varied scene of care,
Until his dying-day;
As through the wilderness of life
Calmly he wanders on.
His prayer in every worldly strife
Is still, "Thy will be…
Oh, mother! cease to break my heart!
I vow it now, I vowed it then,
The kiss he left upon my lips
His lips shall one day taste again!
Ah, well I mind the summer's eve!
A low scud swept the waning moon;
And o'er the ripened clover-lea
Floated…
I am content,
Unrecognized by all the world, to wait, And do, with uncomplaining lips, my stent
Of human fate.
I am content
To breast alone Fate's overwhelming sea, Feeling that every other tie is blent
In mind to Thee.
What though my…
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…
O, ever thus throughout my way,
From dawning life till closing hour,
Must slavery cloud my fairest day,
Its hellish blackness round me lower.
The flesh and soul shall man enchain,
And shackles lock on limbs and mind,
Yet none be found to case…
"He has no enemies," you say,
I pity his condition;
His candor he has thrown away,
His manhood and position.
"He has no enemies!" well, then,
The reason is he never
Has heart to act, but only when
He sees which way the weather.
"He has no…
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…
See, Freedom's eagle droops her plume,
And bends her noble crest,
In grief for him who martyred fell,
In Liberty's contest.
Not Broderick only, but the cause
Was riven by the blow,
And treachery, with blackened art,
Has slain her bravest…
Oh! I am weary, mother,
And my eyes are dim with tears,
And the twilight shadows come and go,
Like mingled hopes and fears.
The world, 'tis vain, and dark, and cold,
Its frowns, they've wearied me;
Then let me sit and dream awhile,
Sweet…
The heart is swept—the fire is bright,
The kettle sings for tea;
The cloth is spread, the lamp is light, The muffins smoke in napkins white,
And now I wait for thee.
Come home, love, come; thy task is done;
The clock ticks listeningly;
The…
