He just had reached the time of life, When cares are felt by men, But when they're strong to bear them well, - A score of years and ten. "Heigh ho!" says he, "and this is life,...
'Tis morning, and the meadows yet, Are wet with gracious drops of dew. Each blade of grass, and flow'r, is set With sparkling gems of richest hue. The sun, with rising glory, sheds...
The grass is wet with heavy dew, The leaves have changed their bright green hue, To brighter red, or golden; The morning sun shines with a glow, As bright and pure as long ago,...
The beauty of Israel is slain on thy mountains, The mighty are low, and how great is their fall, But tell not our grief in Gath, by the fountains, And publish it not within Askelon's wall,...
Why value ye the diamond, and The pearl from Ceylon's balmy shore, When stones unnumber'd strew the land, And in the sea are millions more? Why treasure ye each silver bar,...
With kindly thoughts full oft we've met, And bow'd at Friendship's sacred shrine; Oh, may we ne'er those thoughts forget, But may they still our hearts entwine.
E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen, F or thee I write with earnest heart; F or who shall say, that ere, again, I shall behold thee; when we part E 'en now the time is near, I start. ...