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…
[The words of this song were written in 1843, by Henry Ware Jr.; the tune, familiar to many, is said to have been first played on the entrance of the Allies into Paris.] Oppression shall not always reign,
There comes a brighter day,
When Freedom,…
I miss thee, dear daughter—thy image is still
Most deeply impressed on my heart;
A remembrance of Lee and his murderous will,
From my worn mind can never depart.
Thou wert torn from my side when I treasured thee most,
When my reason could…
I passed, one autumn morn, a wanderer in the wood,His large sade eyes peered on the ground, his feet the dead leaves strewedAnd the hazy Indian summer fell on the woodland drear,And not unlike the wanderer's heart, the world was sad and sear;But…
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,Come into the daylight's splendor,There with joy thy praises renderUnto Him whose boundless graceGrants thee at His feet a place;He whom all the heavens obey,Deigns to dwell in…
My days pass pleasantly away;
My nights are blest with sweepest sleep;
I fees no symptom's of decay;
I have no cause to mourn nor weep;
My foes are impotent and shy;
My friends are neither false nor cold,
And yet, of late, I often sigh—
I'm…
John Brown of Osawatomie
Spake on his dying day:
"I will not have to shrive my soul
A priest in slavery's pay;
But let some poor slave mother,
Whom I have striven to free,
With her children, from the gallows-stair
Put up a prayer for me!
John…
Bland as the morning's breath of June,
The south-west breezes play,
And through it's haze the winter's noon
Seems warm as summer's day.
The snow-plumed angel of the north
Has dropped his icy spear:
Again the mossy earth looks forth,
Again the…
A sound of tumult troubles all the air,
Like the low thunder of a sultry sky,
Far rolling ere the downright lightning's glare;
The hills blaze red with warning; foes draw nigh.
Treading the dark with challenge and reply.Behold the burdn of the…
'T was the grey of the evening. A consorious spellCame over my thoughts, as the shade o'er the dell;For the spirit of liberty mantled the plain,But wherever I moved was the clank of a chain.The cattle were lowing and seeking their rest,And songsters…
