"Giving up three for one!" - mother, You said in the long ago, When father, yourself, and John, mother, I left, o'er the deep to go. "Giving up three for one!" - mother,...
Good night! good night! - the golden day Has veiled its sunset beam, And twilight's star its beauteous ray Has mirrored in the stream; - Low voices come from vale and height,...
"Time for bed!" - the weary day With its toils has passed away Sol has wrapped his forehead bright In the curtains of the night, And his glorious lamp again Lowered behind the western main...
What! only to stay For a single day? Thou beautiful, bright hued on Just to open thine eyes To the blue of the skies And the light of the glorious sun, Then, to fade away In the same rich ray,...
Why art thou here, little, motherless one, - Why art thou here in this bleak world alone? With that innocent smile on thy beautiful brow, What hath this stern world for such as thou? ...
Over the mountains, under the snow Lieth a valley cold and low, 'Neath a white, immovable pall, Desolate, dreary, soulless all, And soundless, save when the wintry blast Sweeps with funeral music past....
How beautiful, how beautiful, Beneath the morning sky, In bridal veil of snowy mist, These dreamy headlands lie! How beautiful, in soft repose, Upon the water's breast,...
Yes, the weary earth shall brighten - Brighten in the perfect day, And the fields that now but whiten, Golden glow beneath the ray! Slowly swelling in her bosom, Long the precious seed has lain, -...