Heard ye the whisper of the breeze,
As soft it murmured by,
Amid the shadowy forest trees?
It tells, with meaning sigh,
Of the bowers of bliss on that viewless shore, Where the weary spirit shall sin no more.
While sweet and low in crystal…
Dedicated to little George, and other children. MORNING SONG.
I.
The shades of night are fled,
The sun lights up the sky,
And I have left my downy bed,
To praise the God on high.
II.
To him my prayers ascend,
To him my thanks be given,
Him…
SEXTON! spare that grave,
Touch not a single clod!
There let the wild grass wave
Forever o'er that sod.
Sexton! my Mother sleeps
In that neglected spot;
The willow o'er it weeps;
I pray thee touch it not.
'Twas my lov'd Father's hand
That…
THE broad - the bright - the glorious westIs spread before me now!Where the gray mists of morning restBeneath you mountain's brow:The bound is past - the gaol is won-The region of the setting sunIs open to my view;Land of the valiant and the…
