"In heaven, the angels are advancing continually to the spring-time of their youth, so that the oldest angel appears the youngest." --
Swedenborg.Not for them the length-ning shadows,
Falling coldly 'round our lives;
Nearer, nearer, through the…
Onward, onward, sons of freedom,
In the great and glorious strife
You've a high and holy mission
On the battle field of life.
See oppression's feet of iron
Grind a brother to the ground,
And from bleeding heart and bosm,
Gapeth many a fearful…
Slowly o'er his darkened features,
Stole the warning shades of death;
And we knew the shadowing angel
Waited for his parting breath.
He had started for his freedom,
And his heart beat firm and high—
But before he won the guerdon,
Came the…
Thank God for little children!
Bright flowers by earth's wayside,
The dancing, joyous life-boats
Upon life's stormy tide!
Thank God for little children!
When our skies are cold and gray,
They steal as sunshine in our hearts,
And steal our…
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…
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…
Thank God! that thou hast spoken
Words earnest, true, and brave:
The lightning of thy lips has smote
The fetters of the slave.
I thought the shadows deepened,
Round the pathway of the slave,
As one by one his faithful friends
Were dropping in…
When Goethe was told that he was about to die, he folded his arms calmly, and said, "Let the light enter." Light, more light! the shadows deepen,
And my life is ebbing low;
Throw the windows widely open—
Light, more light, before I go.
Softly let…
"When thy judgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness."—Bible.Judgement slumbered—God in mercy
Stayed his strong avenging hand
Sent them priests, and sent them prophets—
But they would not…
[It is a beautiful conceit, that when a baby smiles in its sleep it is talking with the angels.] Tell me, did the angels greet thee!
Greet my darling when she smiled?
Did they whisper softly, gently,
Pleasant words unto my child?
Did they whisper…
