If all my path through life should be
Without a thorn, without a care:
If flowers ever strewed the way.
If sorrw never entered there;
If all was quiet, tranquil, smoth;
If happiness reigned without alloy,
If strife and discord never came;
If…
"Not fully known!" Oh. friends who gather round her.
Amid the anguish of this hour of fear,
Through all the horrors of the fate that bound her.
Was this the form that ye have held so dear?
Lover, within whose ear a voice still lingers,
Thrilling…
"Not to myself alone,"The little opening flower transportd cries;"Not to myself alone I bud and bloom;With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume,And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes.The bee comes sipping, every eventide,His dainty fill;The…
Shipmates, come, our toils are o'er -
Haste to join the gathering throng:
Think of stormy seas no more,
But unite in glorious song:
Sing the praise of Him who died,
That our souls might ever be
Through his mercy sanctified,
…
"Stand like an anvil!" when the strokes
Of stalwart strength fall fierce and fast;
Storms but more deeply root the oaks,
Whose brawny arms embrace the blast.
"Stand like an anvil!" when the sparks
Fly far and wide, a fiery shower;
Virtue and…
I envy not the lily's grace,
I fancy not the pale moonbeam,
Not be it mine in [?] to trade
The glory of poetic theme,
The burning glow the tropies know,
Inspires to me the midnight dream.
I envy not the power and skill
That makes the white man…
There is the grasshopper, my summer friend, -
The minute sound of many a sunny hour
Passed on a thymy hill, when I could send
My soul in search thereof by bank and bower,
Till lured far from it by a foxglove flower,
Nodding too dangerously above…
They are all gone into a world of light,And I alone sit lingering here;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear.It glows and glitters in my cloudy breath,Like stars upon some gloomy grove;Or those faint beams in which the…
Written to be sung at the Grand Concert at the Cooper Institute, March 31st, 1862.MUSIC AND WORDS BY ROBERT HAMILTON.Solo No. 1.—to be sung by James M'Cune Smith.If I were a speaker,
And ready with the tongue,
I'd raise my voice in every land
To…
Eternal power! whose high abodeBecomes the grandeur of a God,Infinite lengths beyond the bounds,Where stars revolve their little rounds.The lowest step above thy feet,Rises too high for Gabriel's seat,In vain the tallest angel triesTo reach the…
