The world, dear John, as the folks told us,
Is a world of trouble and care;
Many a cloud of grief will enfold us,
And the sunshine of grief is but rare.
But there's something yet to be bright and blest in,
No matter how humble the lot;
The…
Toussaint, the most unhappy of men!
Whether the whistling rustic tends his plough,
Within thy hearing, or thou liest now
Buried in some deep dungeon's carless den;—O, miserable chieftain! where and when
Wilt thou find patience? Yet, die not! Do…
Some years ago, when I was young,
And filled with hope and pride and folly,
Ere sorrow came, and o'er me flung
Its gloomy pall of melancholy,
I had a friend of just my years,
I loved him with deep devotion;
His griefs and joys, his hopes and…
There's a whisper round my soul, father,
And it tells me I must go,
While my heart throbs back the answer,
In beating so faint and low.
I am sorry to leave you, father,
I know you will miss me so,
And the world, for you, will gather
Such a…
"Not fully known!" Oh. friends who gather round her.
Amid the anguish of this hour of fear,
Through all the horrors of the fate that bound her.
Was this the form that ye have held so dear?
Lover, within whose ear a voice still lingers,
Thrilling…
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To quench this [?] thirst within?
Here on this cursed bed I lie,
And cannot get one drop of gin!
I ask not health, not even life—
Life! what a curse it's been to me!
I'd rather sink in deepest hell,
Than drink again its…
O, Slavery! thou art a bitter draught,
And twice accursed is thy poisoned bowl.
Which taints with leprosy the white man's soul,
Not less than his by whom its dregs are quaffed. The slave sinks down, o'ercome by cruel craft,
Like beast of burden…
Give us the nerves of steel,
And the arm of fearless might,
And the strength of will that is ready still
To battle for the right.
Give us the eye to weep
That honest tear of feeling,
That shuts not down for the world's dread frown,
The genuine…
Peace to thee, father, thou hast gone
To that blest shore—
Thy last great battle's fought and won,
Thy conflict's o'er.
As dew drops from the flowers above
On earth distill'd,
Thy melting words, like floods of love,
Our hearts have…
Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven;Give! as the waves when their channel is riven;Give! as the free air and sunshine are given;
Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give!
Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing,—Not the faint sparks of thy…
