Great natures live apart; the mountain gray May call no comrade to his lonely side; The giant ocean, wrapped in storm and spray, Has no companion for her endless tide;...
He sleeps at last! The vales of rest Are waiting for the war-worn breast, And glorious angels fondly spread The sweetest roses for his bed. While countless millions call him blest. ...
If Love were king, That sacred Love which knows not selfish pleasure, But for its children spends its fondest treasure, Sad hearts would sing, And all the hosts of misery and wrong...
There is no soul of anguish or repining, That doubts and trembles in the shades of gloom, But love can lead where softest suns are shining And fill his days with beauty and its bloom. Live life with love!...
Lo, all the age is rank with wrong! The nations kneel to monstrous might, And horrid cries that haunt the night, Have hushed the notes of happy song; Mankind the deepest truth has missed,...
Angelic theme of ancient lays! By Doric hills, Athenian vales, The nations bound thy brows with bays And fanned thy cheeks with scented gales; While golden lamps illumed thy shrines...
Love, thou gayest fancy-weaver, Heart-betrayer, soul-deceiver, Come with all thy clinging kisses; Bringing all thy beaming blisses; It may serve the cynic's parts, If he curse and if he scout thee,...
Make the most of this life; where the shadow reposes The beams of the summer shall gather in glee, And the snow on the graves of the lilies and roses But cradles the blooms that shall whiten the lea;...