I love it—I love it—the laugh of a child,Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild,Ringing out on the air with its innocent gush,Like the thrill of a bird at the twilight's soft hush;Floating off on the breeze like the tones of a bell,Or the music…
Men of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
Prepare, as the rebels have done;
For the Fight;
You cannot shrink from the test, Rise! Men of the North and West! They have torn down your banner of stars;
They have trampled the laws;
They have…
"Carry me across!"
The Syrian heard, rose up, and braced His huge limbs to the accustomed toil;"My child, see how the waters boil!The nights-black heavens look angry-faced;
But life is little loss.
"I'll carry thee with joy,
If needs…
'T was the grey of the evening. A consorious spellCame over my thoughts, as the shade o'er the dell;For the spirit of liberty mantled the plain,But wherever I moved was the clank of a chain.The cattle were lowing and seeking their rest,And songsters…
They say these stars do shine more bright
Than those of the Northern zone,
And these skies do glow with a warmer light
Than freedom's land doth own.
They tell me that where the bondmen flee
My brothers starve and die;
But oh! I would go where…
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…
Spring was busy in the woodlands,
Climbing up from peak to peak,
As an old man sat and brooded,
With a flush upon his cheek.
Many years pressed hard upon him,
And his living friends were few,
And from out the sombre future
Troubles drifted…
March 29th, A.D. 1860, an attempt was made in Philadelphia to rescue Moses Horner, a man who had been kidnapped under the fugitive slave act, and was being dragged into slavery. For this attempt Alfred M. Green, Jeremiah Buck, Basil Hall, St. Clair…
Our children! O, those magic words,
They vibrate through the frame
As if the chords of life were touched,
And sacred music came.
Our children! though but simple words,
Yet peace and joy impart;
They serve us as a link to bind
Hope's rainbow…
Indeed! this permission is worthy of praise:You'll allow our dark brother to ride—if he pays,Though, of course, we must seat him aloof and afar—Swart night from blonde day has a separate car!—On this "social distinction" no jeers I would call,The…
