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,...
E'en the fair orb on which I gaze Suggests thy radiance by its rays: That silvery, soft, and dreamy light, So soft, and yet so beauteous bright, Falling in glowing tints so faint, -...
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,...
It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land: There's nothing too good for the Irish. O'er the whole of it, Nature, at heaven's command, Has scattered her charms with a prodigal hand...
Father! How precious is that name to me! Name rendered sacred e'en by earthly ties, How full of vaster meaning when applied To Him high-dwelling in the heavenly home!...
How often, Lord, when 'tis Thy will To use the chastening rod, My soul, possessed of passions ill, Rebels against its God! Denies that Justice reigns in heaven, Doth His decrees pervade;...
If gently falls the small, soft, lazy rain, To indoor industries he shrewdly steals; And in the barn from some neglected grain The choking chaff the clattering fanner reels;...
NOTE. - The following is an attempt to render in verse the passionate words of a young officer in the Indian service, who had fallen a prey to the ravages of the fever.
I swear by the holy Virgin, I swear by her Son divine, I swear by the throne of the Mighty, I swear by the hope that is mine; I swear by the youth and innocence, By the beauty that has been,...