Father in Heaven, to thee, Guardian and friend, Lowly the suppliant knee Here would we bend! - Blessing thee ere we part, Each with a grateful heart, For all thy love doth send -...
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,...
Two pictures, strangely beautiful, I hold In Mem'ry's chambers, stored with loving care Among the precious things I prized of old, And hid away with tender tear and prayer...
[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.]...
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,...
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 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...
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...
"They need not go away!" the Master said, "Give ye to them." Ah, Lord, behold our store - These loaves, these fishes, - see, we have no more! How shall this fainting throng with these be fed?...
Tearing up the stubborn soil, Trudging, drudging, toiling, moiling, Hands, and feet, and garments soiling - Who would grudge the ploughman's toil? Yet there's lustre in his eye,...