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See, the sun hath risen! Lead her from the prison;She is young and tender, lead her tenderly: May no fear subdue her, Lest the Saints be fewer,Lest her place in Heaven be lost eternally. Forth she came, not trembling, No,…
Read this first: Who extols a wilderness?Who hath praised indifference?Foolish one, thy words are sweet,But devoid of sense. As the man who ne’er hath seen,Or as he who cannot hear,Is the heart that hath no partIn Love’s hope and…
Love is more sweet than flowers,But sooner dying;Warmer than sunny hours,But faster flying; Softer than music whispers,Springing with day,To murmur till the vespers,Then die away; More kind than friendship’s greeting,But as untrue;Brighter than hope, but fleetingMore swiftly too. Like breath…
A Friend of Mine Aged Ten Years and a Half Who shall tell the lady’s griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o’er her, belov’d for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that…
“What art thou thinking of,” said the mother,“What art thou thinking of, my child?”“I was thinking of heaven,” he answered her,And looked up in her face and smiled. “And what didst thou think of heaven?” she said;“Tell me, my little…
Thou who art dreary With a cureless woe, Thou who art weary Of all things below, Thou who art weeping By the loved sick bed, Thou who art keeping Watches o’er the dead,— Hope, hope! old Time flies fast upon…
Come, wander forth with me! the orange flowersBreathe faintest perfume from the summer bowers.Come, wander forth with me! the moon on highShines proudly in a flood of brilliancy.Around her car each burning starGleams like a beacon from afar;The night-wind scarce…
Hark to the song of greeting! the tall treesMurmur their welcome in the southern breeze.Amid the thickest foliage many a birdSits singing, their shrill matins scarcely heardOne by one, but all togetherWelcoming the sunny weather.In every bower hums a beeFluttering…
Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone—For thou and we in Christ are one—Thy soul unto its rest hath flownAnd thou hast left us all aloneOur weary race to runIn doubt and want and sin and pain,Whilst thou wilt…
Love is sweet, and so are flowersBlooming in bright summer bowers;So are waters, clear and pure,In some hidden fountain’s store;So is the soft southern breezeSighing low among the trees;So is the bright queen of heavenReigning in the quiet even.Yet the…