Within a town where parity According to old form we see, That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no quarrels pick, And where, as in his father's day, Each worships God in his own way,...
In His blest name, who was His own creation, Who from all time makes making his vocation; The name of Him who makes our faith so bright, Love, confidence, activity, and might;...
Cover thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks, Yet thou must leave My earth still standing;...
'Tis easier far a wreath to bind, Than a good owner fort to find. - I kill'd a thousand flies overnight, Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light. - To the mother I give;...
The mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. The zephyrs are sighing, Alert is the sailor. Quick! nimbly be plying! The billows are riven,...