"Here is a lantern, my little boy," Said a father to his child, "And yonder's a wood, a lonely wood, Tangled, and rough, and wild; And now, this night, - this very hour, Though gloomy and dark it be,...
Be in earnest, Christian toilers, Life is not the summer, dream Of the careless, child that gathers Daisies in the noontide beam! It hath conflict, it hath danger, It hath sorrow, toil, and strife;...
"I am doing no good!" said a little rill, As it rippled along at the foot of a hill, "I am doing no good with my babbling here, No one is listening, - no one is near!" ...
Dark was the midnight hour, And wild with storm. Nor moon nor pitying star Gleamed through the inky darkness from afar; And Earth seemed reeling blindly to her doom,...
I shall be satisfied when I awaken In thy dear likeness, my King and my Lord, - When the dark prison of death shall be shaken, And the freed spirit comes forth at thy word! -...
I will not despair while thou rulest the storm, Though the red lightning stream o'er the cloud's sable-breast, For I catch through the darkness bright gleams of thy form,...
Nay, I will not let thee go, Though the midnight glideth slow, - Though the darkness deep and long Dim the sight and hush the song, On thy tender, faithful breast, Find I still my perfect rest -...
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; -...
I plucked a fair flower that grew In the shadow of summer's green trees - A rose petalled flower, Of all in the bower, Best beloved of the bee and the breeze...