We walked by the side of the tranquil stream,That the sun had tinged with his parting beam,The water was still, and so crystal clear,That every spray had its image there.And every reed that o'er it bowed,And the crimson streak, and the silvery…
Hush! let the baby sleep!
Mark her hand so white and slender,Note her red lip, full and tender,And her breathing, like the motionWhich the waves of calmest ocean
In their peaceful throbbing keep.
Hush! let the baby rest!
Who would wake from…
I've thrown the bowl aside.
For me no more shall flow
Its rudder stream or sparkling tide,
How bright so o'er it glow;
I've seen extending wide
Its devastating away,
Seen reason yield its power to guide -
I've cast the bowl away!
O, ne'er…
What might be done if men were wise— What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,
Would they unite,
In love and right,
And cease their scorn of one another? Oppression's heart might be imbued With kindling drops of loving kindness;
And knowledge…
Who lags from dread of daily toil And his appointed task would shirk,
Commits a folly and a crime;
A soulless slave,
A paltry knave,
A clog upon the wheels of time.
With work to do, and stores of health,
The man's unworthy to be free
Who will…
I KNEW that we must part; day after day
I saw the dread Destroyer win his way.That hollow cough first rang the fatal knell,As on my ear its prophet-warning fell;Feeble and slow the once light footstep grew,Thy wasting cheek put on death's pallid…
Do something for each other—
Though small the help may be;
There's comfort oft in little things,
Far more than others see!
It takes the sorrow from the eye,
It leaves the world less bare,
If but a friendly hand come nigh
When friendly hands…
'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…
In the clear air of this vernal morn,
Azure above and crystal below.
Ere the full glory of day is born,
And shadows melt in its rosy glow,
Wrapped in a billowy warp and woof—
The smoke of our household incense—stands
A fair white angel over the…
My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet,
The hour of prayer?
Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I…
