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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…

Haste thee, haste thee, hour divine,Joys extatic - bliss is thine,And raptures from the throne above -Sweeter those, than life to me,When the world and cares do flee;And Jesus speaks, in tones of love,O, time of prayer! O, hour divine! -Extatic joys…

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind’s breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! Day is for mortal care,Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of…

Thro' centuries enslaved, They wore its heavy yoke: No arm for freedom braved, No warning prophet spoke. Content to boil their evil day Beneath the tyrant's iron sway. Where is the promised aid To Jacob's offspring given? Hath God, the Father,…

All are not just because they do no wrong;
But he who will not wrong me when he may,
He is the TRULY JUST I praise not them
Who in their petty dealings pilfer not;
But him who spurns a secret fraud,
Where he might plunder and defy surprize.
His…

-------- A land of peace, Where yellow fields unspoil'd, and pastures green,Mottled with herds and flocks, who crop secureTheir native herbage, nor have ever known A stranger's stall, smile gladly. See through its tufted alleys to Heaven's roof The…

THEY meet once more around the hearth Within their quiet home, Where 'mid their own sweet household mirth Is heard no jarring tone. The lamp sheds down its cheerful light On youth and beauty there, On manhood in his conscious might, On woman,…

"When he went from the jail to the gallows, he stooped to kiss a colored child that stood near."The following lines were written by Mrs. Lydia Maria Child, and sung at the Music Hall, on the twenty-sixth National Anti-Slavery…

This incident is related of George III., who, being on a hunting excursion with a party of his nobles, was met by a poor child who had vainly sought to obtain the services of a clergyman for her dying mother. He accompanied her to the spot where the…

Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy curling locks I see; The withering type of time or care Hath nothing, sure, to do with thee! Years have not yet impaired the grace That charmed me once, that chains me now! And Envy's self, Love,…