God made him, like the angels, innocent, And made a garden marvellously fair, With arbors green, sun-kissed and dew-besprent, And fruits and flowers whose fragrance filled the air;...
I rose, and idly sauntered to the pane, And on the March-bleak mountain bent my look; And standing there a sad review I took Of what the day had brought me. What the gain...
Let no one say of Christ's Church, "Ichabod," Or deem her strength partaker of decay, Or think her trumpet voices fail. To-day I saw a man who was a man of God, His feet with gospel preparation shod,...
Twelve weeks had passed - how slowly! - day by day, Since formal, dull Sir Calendar had bowed Old Winter from the scene, and cried, "Make way! The Spring, the Spring!" and still a sullen cloud...
As one, who, from an antechamber dim, Is ushered suddenly to his surprise Before a gathering of the great and wise, Feels for the moment all his senses swim, Then looks around him like a veteran grim...
The rain came suddenly, and to the shore I paddled, and took refuge in the wood, And, leaning on my paddle, there I stood In mild contentment watching the downpour, Feeling as oft I have felt heretofore,...
Adown the track that skirts the shallow stream I wandered with blank mind; a bypath drew My aimless steps aside, and, ere I knew, The forest closed around me like a dream....
The English soil! - 'tis hallowed ground: Its restless children roam The world, but they have never found So dear a land as home; Their passion for its hills and downs Nor space nor time can spoil;...
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I sauntered weak and weary From a jovial fellow-student's room upon another floor; As I sauntered, sadder, sicker, suddenly I heard a snicker,...
There is a stream to northward, thinly spread Over a shelving, many-fissured shale, That brawls and blusters in its shallow bed, And ends its course inglorious in a swale....
Often, when the sun is sinking O'er the mountain's glowing crest, When the earth and heaven are linking In that bond of peaceful rest; Then, the weary city spurning,...
From shy expectancy to burgeoning, From burgeoning to ripeness and decline, The seasons run their various course and bring Again at last the sober days benign....
Next morning in the Park I took a stroll. A walk upon Mount Royal is a thing, Glorious at any time, but most of all At early morning in the opening spring,...
When my time comes to quit this pleasing scene, And drop from out the busy life of men; When I shall cease to be where I have been So willingly, and ne'er may be again; When my abandoned tabernacle's dust...
If one could have a hundred years to live, After the settlement of youth's unrest, A hundred years of vigorous life to give To the pursuit of what he counted best,...
God of mercy without measure! God of all-embracing love! Show'ring in Thy gracious pleasure Countless blessings from above; Bounteous benefits bestowing In a kind, continuous course,...