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Cream White
White, cream white; in pleat and band and fold;
The pure white of the snow touched with the sunset's gold:
With foamy flecks of lace, at bust and throat and wrist,
Like edge of pearling waves, when sandy beach they've kissed:
White, creamy white;…
The pure white of the snow touched with the sunset's gold:
With foamy flecks of lace, at bust and throat and wrist,
Like edge of pearling waves, when sandy beach they've kissed:
White, creamy white;…
Daily Work
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…
Day of Jubilee
Roll on thou joyful day, When tyranny's proud sway
Stern as the grave,
Shall to the grave be hurled, And freedom's flag unfurled,Shall wave throughout the world,
O'er every slave.
Trump of glad jubilee; Echo o'er land and sea,
Freedom for…
Death A Refuge
Yes, down into the tomb!—Down, down I say,To its dark depths!I do not fear its gloom,And for its shelterEarnestly I pray.The world is hideous—Heaven seems afar;Despair o'ershadows me;Its darkness to dispel,Hope has no kindly star.Ah, me! how frailAre…
Death at the Door
Crouching on the marble steps
That led into a house of prayer.
Sat a girl with face half hidden
'Neath a veil of tangled hair,
Looking like a fallen angel,
Come to find a shelter there.
Loudly blew the winds around her,
Coldly fell the…
Death of Ashmun
Whose is you sable bier
Why move the throng so slow?
Why doth that lonely mother's tear
In sudden anguish flow?
Why is that sleeper laid
To rest in manhood's pride?
How gain'd his check such pallid shade?
I spake, - but none replied.
The hoarse wave…
Death of Mrs. Kent
'Gentlest of spirits! - not for thee
Our tears are shed, our sighs are given:
Why mourn to know thou art a free
Partaker of the joys of heaven?
Finished thy work, and kept thy faith
In Christian firmness unto death:
And beautiful as sky and…
Deeds of Kindness
Suppose the little cowslip
Should hang its golden cup
And say, "I'm such a tiny flower,
I'd better now grow up"—
How many a weary traveler
Would miss its fragrant smell,
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell!
Suppose…
Di Tanti Palpiti
Dearest, dry that tearful eye - Dearest, check that mournful sigh: Let not hope thy bosom fly,
Nor sorrow longer move thee:
For by that pale cheek I swear - By those eyes of beauty rare - By the pure soul shining there -
I'll never cease to love…
Difference of Color
God gave to Afric's sons
A brow of sable dye,
And spread the country of their birth
Beneath a burning sky;
And with a cheek of olive, made
The little Hindoo child,
And darkly stain'd the forest tribes
That roam our Western wild.
To me he gave…