Like a dew-drop from heaven in the ocean of life, From the morn's rosy diadem falling, A stranger as yet to the storms and the strife, Dear babe, of thy earthly calling! ...
"He will come to night," young Mary said, And checked the rising sigh; And gazed on the stars that o'er her head Shone out in the deep blue sky. "Heaven speed his voyage!--though absent long,...
There were two sons of Ashur at work in the field, And one to the other his passion revealed-- As the white barley bowed to the stroke of his scythe, He burst out in accents exultingly blithe-- ...
An awful vision floats before my sight, Black as the storm and fearful as the night: Thy fall, oh Babylon!--the awful doom Pronounced by Heaven to hurl thee to the tomb,...
Thou splendid child of southern skies! Thy brilliant plumes and graceful form Are not so precious in mine eyes As those gray heralds of the morn, Which in my own beloved land...