What need of all this fuss and strife,
Each warring with his brother?
Why should we, in the crowd of life,
Keep trampling down each other?
Is there no goal that can be won,
Without a squeeze to gain it—
No other way of getting on
But…
The following beautiful lines are by James Russel Lowell, though not included in the latest edition of his works: The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every…
One year ago—a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair;
Too fair to die!
Only a year—no voice, no smile,
No glance of eye,
No clustering curls of golden hair,
Fair but to die!
One year ago—what loves, what…
Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
I shall be soon;
Love, rest, and home,
Sweet home!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the…
I saw my darling in calm slumber lying,
His still, pale face so beautiful in death;
So like sweet sleep, that, hushed from tears and sighting,
I looked and listened to his gentle breath.
His little hands, so white and thin, were folded,
Clasping…
Thou art gone, brave man, yet hope has loaned
Her rays to light the gloom,
And dispel the tears that sorrow shed
Upon the hero's tomb.
Thy end was as the setting sun,
Whose tints forbid regret,
A rainbow mid the clouds, to show
That God…
Be gentle, there are hours when he
By anxious care is tossed,
And shadows deep lie on his brow,
By business trials crossed.
Be gentle, 'tis for you he toils,
And thinks, and strives to gain
Home comforts and home happiness;
Don't let him…
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…
The world is half-darkened with the croakers,
Whose burdens are weighing them down;
They croak of their stars and ill-usage.
And grope in the ditch for a crown.
Why talk to the wind of thy fortune,
Or clutch at distinction and gold?
If thou…
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…
