Rejoice, ye fathers in Israel—Ye mothers in Zion, weep for joy!Awake, ye sons of Judah, and sing!Ye daughters of Jerusalem, shout—Shout: To Zion hath returnedThe ransomed of the Lord!
Years hath ye wept
Bitter tears: mournings and lamentationsFrom…
Sit I at the open window,
On this dewy Summer morn,
Where the honeysuckle blossoms
Mid a wealth of green are born;
Sit I, gazing outward, outward
Through the lazy, hazy air,
Breathing in the fragrant incense
To my senses wafted there.
There…
"Whatsoever thy hands find to do, do with thy might, for there is no work nor device in the grave wither thou goest."Exceeding far the swiftest steed,Unseen and silent, with them speed,And fast as stars fleet through the sky,The wings of time are…
The mildest, prettiest little girl—
Ah! woe is me!—
Who ever wore her hair in curl,
Was Rosalie.
Her hazel eyes and hair of jet
I put in rhyme;
I loved her from the hour we met—
O, happy time.
On day I asked her, "Wi't thou wed?"
Assent she…
Up, up, and be stirring! there's much to be done;There's a fight to be fought, there's a field to be won.'TIs a field that is guiltless of tears or of blood,That is fruitful of blessings, and potent for good.
So, up and be stirring!
Up, up, and be…
O! dreadful, crushing thought, that grinds itselfInto the soul of him who knows and feelsHe bears a name whose mention will debarHim from all right. It indicates no crime—Fixes upon the soul no stain of sin—And from the exalted character of manTakes…
This incident is related of George III., who, being on a hunting excursion with a party of his nobles, was met by a poor child who had vainly sought to obtain the services of a clergyman for her dying mother. He accompanied her to the spot where the…
'Tis well to have a merry heart,
However short we stay;
There's wisdom in a merry heart,
Whate'er the world may say!
Philosophy may lift its head,
And find out many a flaw,
But give me that philosophy
That's happy with a straw!
If life but…
Down, down, Ellen, my little one,
Climbing so tenderly up to my knee;
Why should you add to the thoughts that are taunting me,
Dreams of your mother's arms clinging to me?
Cease, cease, Ellen my little one,
Warbling so fairily close to my…
Make me a grave where'ere you will,In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves,But not in a land where men are slaves.I could not rest if around my graveI heard the steps of a trembling slave;His shadow above my silent…
