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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…

Admit her to the Union? - Yes! If our democracy can bow To kings, and is prepared to kiss The loathsome hem of tyrants now; From principles that years have tried, If thus we fall, no longer men, And to our fathers' deeds of pride Are recreant…

Holy Father, thee we praise;Thee, to everlasting daysWorshipp'd, glorified, adored;We acknowledge thee, the Lord.All the earth doth worship thee;Powers of heaven in praise agree;Angels to the cry aloud;Saints in adoration bowed;Cherubim before thy…

I have left my husband I do declare,And have reason for to care --My bread to gain, one child to maintain,If I had the other then I'd count it gain.He is not tall nor very slim.If you see him once you'll know 'tis him. -Benjamin Hobart is his…

The heart can in its deepest hours, Find pleasure in the past, And in its present of delight, A joyful radiance cast. On kindred souls an impress dwells, A bond of union sweet, A tender chord of love and joy, To make that bond complete. As…

Within the heart of each and all,
A hidden recess lies:
Wherein some secret sorrow rests,
The source of all the sighs.
A blighted hope: ambition's wreck;
A love-like withered flower, -
Bearing in death a fragrance still,
That giveth it a…

WHAT, when the heart is sick with grief,When joys are gone that us'd to be;Soothes us when all looks dark and drear:Lady? it is - Sympathy.WHEN long we've toil'd our bark to steerOf life far, far, from misery;But fail'd, and we were wreck'd on…

There is a charm, whose powerful spell The vestal's feeling e'en can tell, While thro' her veins a thrill there flies. Whose sweet impression never dies: And, strange to tell, she knows not why A tear should start in either eye. This soft'ning…

O'dearest Christ, lift up my heart, Light up my soul to love Thee more; Let me with angels bear my part, Bow down and worship and adore. O Holy, Glorious Majesty, I would be where the sainted dwell; I would in spirit rise to Thee Above the…

Oh! I am weary, mother, And my eyes are dim with tears, And the twilight shadows come and go, Like mingled hopes and fears. The world, 'tis vain, and dark, and cold, Its frowns, they've wearied me; Then let me sit and dream awhile, Sweet…