"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,...
Upon the plain of Dura stood an image great and high, With golden forehead broad and bright beneath the morning sky; All regal in its majesty and kingly in its mien,...
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,...
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, -...
["Dr. Reid, a traveller through the highlands of Peru, is said to have found in the desert of Alcoama the dried remains of an assemblage of human beings, five or six hundred in number, men, women, and children, seated in a semi...
The Wind god, Eolus, sat one morn In his cavern of tempests, quite forlorn, He'd been ill of a fever a month and a day, And the sun had been having things all his own way,...
[note: This poem is designed to form a part of a volume of strictly religious poetry, which the Author has in course of preparation; and is inserted here in deference to the expressed wish of a large number of friends. Its appe...
I am slowly treading the mazy track That leadeth, through sunshine and shadows, back - Through freshest meads where the dews yet cling As erst they did to each lowly thing,...