No martyr-blood hath ever flowed in vain! - No patriot bled, that proved not freedom's gain! Those tones, which despots heard with fear and dread From living lips, ring sterner from the dead;...
"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,...
I hear the beat of the unresting tide On either shore as swiftly on I glide With eager haste the narrow channel o'er, Which links the floods behind with those before. I hear behind me as I onward glide,...
Hail, risen Lord, upon whose brow The crown of victory resteth now, Unfading as the sun! Hail, vanquisher of every foe, Of Sin, dread source of all our woe, And Death - the last undone! ...
HONOR TO LABOR! - it giveth health; Honor to labor! - it bringeth wealth; Honor to labor! - our glorious land Displayeth its triumphs on every hand. It has smoothed the plains, laid the forests low,...
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,...
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 -...
[note: A precious memory is associated with these words. The voice that uttered them is silent now but the solemnity of their utterance has not passed away. The [below] is a feeble attempt to give it something like permanency.]...
A voice missed by the dear home-hearth - A voice of music and gentle mirth - A voice whose lingering sweetness long Will float through many a Sabbath song, And many a hallowed, evening hymn,...
John Littlewit, friends, was a credulous man. In the good time long ago, Ere men had gone wild o'er the latter-day dream Of turning the world upside down with steam,...
Living for Christ, I die; - how strange, that I, Thus dying, live, - and yet, thus living, die! Living for Christ, I die;-yet wondrous thought, In that same death a deathless life is wrought; -...
Sleep, gentle, mysterious healer, Come down with thy balm-cup to me! Come down, O thou mystic revealer Of glories the day may not see! For dark is the cloud that is o'er me,...
Do the dancing leaves of summer To the time of buds look back? - Does the river moan regretful For the brooklet's mountain-track? Does the ripened sheaf of summer, Heavy with precious grain,...
Christian, lookup? thy feet may slide; This is a slippery way! Yet One is walking by thy side Whose arm should be thy stay, Thou canst not see that blessed form, Nor view that loving smile...
God so loved me that He gave Jesus for my sins to die; Jesus loved me in the grave, Jesus loves me still on high, - Father-love and Saviour-love, Mine on earth and mine above! ...
We had finished our pitiful morsel, And both sat in silence a while; At length we looked up at each other. And I said, with the ghost of a smile, - "Only two little potatoes...
What! only to stay For a single day? Thou beautiful, bright hued on Just to open thine eyes To the blue of the skies And the light of the glorious sun, Then, to fade away In the same rich ray,...