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Lightly the shadows
Play through the trees,
Green are the meadows,
Soft is the breeze, -
June's early roses,
Pensive and sweet,
Droop where reposes
Lost Marguerite!
...

Thus early with the dead -
Thou of the young, fair brow, the laughing eye,
The light and joyous tread, -
Mary, we little thought thou would'st be first to die!

A little while ago...

Up from the spirit-depths ringing,
Softly your melody swells,
Sweet as a seraphim's singing,
Tender-toned memory-bells!
The laughter of childhood,
The song of the wildwood,...

Where the willow weepeth
By a fountain lone, -
Where the ivy creepeth
O'er a mossy stone, -
With pale flowers above her,
In a quiet dell.
Far from those who love her,
Slumbers Minniebel.
...

WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A BEREAVED BROTHER.


We were playmates long together,
By the brook and on the hill,
In the golden, summer weather,
When the days were long and still;...

"For there is none other name under heaven, given among men, whereby we must be saved."


Jesus! the only name that's given,
Through which salvation we may claim;
This, this alone, we breathe to Heaven,...

"Whither shall I go from thy Spirit?"


I stood where ocean lashed the sounding shore
With his unresting waves, and gazed far out
Upon the billowy strife. I saw the deep...

"Go thy way, and when I have a more convenient season I will call for thee."

* * * * *

"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."...

"Now is the accepted time."


Now, sinner, now!
Not in the future, when thy longed-for measure
Thou hast attained, of fame, or power, or pleasure,
When thy full coffers swell with hoarded treasure,...

One by one, ye are passing, beloved,
Out of the shadow into the light.
One by one,
Are your tasks all done.
Ended the toil, and the swift race run.
Child and maiden, mother and sire,...

Onward, still on! - though the pathway be dreary, -
Though few be the fountains that gladden the way, -
Though the tired spirit grow feeble and weary,
And droop in the heat of the toil-burdened day;...

Over the waves of the Western sea,
Led by the hand of Hope she came -
The beautiful Angel of Liberty -
When the sky was red with the sunset's flame, -
Came to a rocky and surf-beat shore,...

Our field is the world! - let us forth to the sowing,
O'er valley and mountain, o'er desert and plain,
Beside the still waters through cool meadows flowing,
O'er regions unblest by the dew and the rain; -...

Ring out your glad peals of rejoicing!
Wake Music's enlivening strain!
Let the sound float abroad o'er your waters,
And echo through valley and plain;
From the shores of the far-distant Fundy,...

A light departed from the hearth of home,
Leaving a shadow where its radiance shone, -
A flower just bursting into life and bloom,
Lopped from its stem, the bower left sad and lone, -...

I.

I saw how the patient Sun
Hasted untiringly
The self-same old race to run;
Never aspiringly
Seeking some other road
Through the blue heaven
Than the one path which God...

When tossed on time's tempestuous tide,
By angry storms resistless driven,
One hope can bid our fears subside -
It is the hope of rest in Heaven.

With trusting heart we lift our eyes...

Old Aleck, the weaver, sat in the nook
Of his chimney, reading an ancient book,
Old, and yellow, and sadly worn,
With covers faded, and soiled, and torn; -
And the tallow candle would flicker and flare...

I love thee, Sabbath morn! - I cannot say
But 'tis because my father loved thee so, -
Because my mother's care-worn face would grow
So sweetly placid in thy peaceful ray; -
...

"Whom have I in heaven but thee?"


'Twere nought to me, yon glorious arch of night,
Decked with the gorgeous blazonry of heaven,
If, to my faith, amid its splendors bright,...