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57 Works of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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The New Moon

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Dear mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night! She was never so cunning before; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she’ll not grow any more. If I were up there, With you and my friends, I’d rock in it nicely, you’d see; I’d sit in the middle And hold […]

Will God, who made the earth and sea,The night, and shining day,Regard a little child like me,And listen when I pray? If I am hungry, poor, and cold,Then will he hear my cry?And when I shall be sick and old,O, then will God be nigh? Yes; in his holy word we readOf his unfailing love;And […]

Learned Fred

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FROM THE GERMAN. One short six months had scarcely gone,When, full of all he’d learned,Young Frederick, that hopeful son,From college home returned. To his paternal roof restored,It was not long beforeThe learned man at table pouredThe treasures of his lore. “Now,” said the youngster, “father dear,You doubtless think you seeTwo roasted fowls before us here;But […]

Little Roland

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. Lady Bertha sat in the rocky cleft,Her bitter woes to weep;Little Roland played in the free fresh air;His sorrows were not deep. “My royal brother, O King Charles,Why did I fly from thee?Splendor and rank I left for love;Now thou art wroth with me. “O Milon, Milon, husband dear!Beneath […]

[Billy Rabbit was a little rabbit which a boy caught in the woods, and gave to a little girl of the name of Mary. She was very attentive to the little prisoner, gave him an abundance of good things to eat, and tried her best to make him happy; but all in vain. After many […]

“Good bye, get away, you ugly old things!”Said a little boy once to his shoes;“All stubbed are your toes, all twisted your strings,You’re wrinkled, one-sided, and loose. “But here are my new ones, so shiny and bright,They are almost as smooth as my skin;How stiff they are, too! how straight and upright!How snug my feet […]

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF GELLART. The monkeys, ’tis said, once asked of the bears,How it was that their nation so much surpassed theirs,And begged that the means they would graciously tellBy which the young bears were kept hearty and well.“Perhaps it may be,” said one of the mothers,Who seemed more considerate and wise than […]

Children goTo and fro,In a merry, pretty row,Footsteps light,Faces bright;‘Tis a happy sight.Swiftly turning round and round,Do not look upon the ground.Follow me,Full of glee,Singing merrily. Birds are free,So are we;And we live as happily.Work we do,Study too,For we learn “twice two”;Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,Gay as birds or any thing.Follow me,Full of […]

Praise to God! O let us raiseFrom our hearts a song of praise!Of that goodness let us singWhence our lives and blessings spring. Praise to him who made the light,Praise to him who gave us sight,Praise to him who formed the ear;Will he not his children hear? Praise him for our happy hours,Praise him for […]

The Summer

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A Free Translation of a German Popular Song Go forth, my heart, and seek the blissOf such a summer day as this,Bestowed on all by Heaven;The beauties of the garden see,Behold! it is for thee and meIts glories all are given. The trees with whispering leaves are dressed,The earth upon her dusky breastHer robe of […]

Sweet flower! so young, so fresh, so fair,Bright pleasure sparkling in thine eye,Alas! e’en thee time will not spare,And thou must die. The heart with youthful hope so gay,That scarcely ever breathed a sigh,Must weep o’er pleasures fled away,For all must die. But though the rosy cheek may fade,The virtuous wish, the purpose high,The bloom […]

I wish I was that little birdUp in the bright blue sky,That sings and flies just where he will,And no one asks him why. I wish I was that little brookThat runs so swift along,Through pretty flowers, and shining stones,Singing a merry song. I wish I was a butterfly,Without a fear or care,Spreading my many-colored […]

The Honest Bird

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Once on a time, a little birdWithin a wicker cage was heard,In mournful tones, these words to sing:–“In vain I stretch my useless wing;Still round and round I vainly fly,And strive in vain for liberty.Dear liberty, how sweet thou art!”The prisoner sings, with breaking heart:–“All other things I’d give for thee,Nor ask one joy but […]

Soliloquy

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OF ELLEN’S SQUIRREL, ON RECEIVING HIS LIBERTY;–OVERHEARD BY A LOVEROF NATURE AND A FRIEND OF ELLEN. Was that the music of the wind,That whispered in my trembling ear?And can I, free and unconfined,Taste of the joys that still are dear? And can I skip from tree to tree,And fly along the flowery plain,Light as the […]

‘Tis true, although ’tis sad to say,Disputes are rising every day.You’d think, if no one did deny it,A little work-box might be quiet;But ’tis not so, for I did hear,Or else I dreamed it, ’tis so queer,A Pin and Needle in the cushionMaintain the following discussion. The Needle, “extra fine gold-eyed,”Was very sharp and full […]

To Nature

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FROM THE GERMAN OF FREDERICK LEOPOLD, COUNT OF STALBERG. Holy nature! fresh and free,Let me ever follow thee;By the hand, O, lead me still,Like a child, at thy sweet will. When with weariness oppressed,I will on thy bosom rest,Breathe in pleasure from above,In thy mother-arms of love. O, how well it is for meThee to […]

Farewell for a time!Thou hast gone to that climeWhere sickness and sorrow are o’er.We loved thee when here,We shed the sad tearTo think we shall see thee no more. We weep not for thee,We remember that HeWho made little children his careIn his own fatherlandWill reach you his hand,And comfort and welcome you there. Our […]

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. In that little room of thine,Sweet sleep has come to thee;Ah, mother! dearest mother mine!O, call me to that room of thine!O, shut it not from me! I would so gladly be with thee,And be thy child again;‘Tis cold and stormy here with me,‘Tis warm, and, O, so still with thee!Ah! […]

FROM KRUMACHER. The Sabbath is here, it is sent us from heaven;Rest, rest, toilsome life,Be silent all strife,Let us stop on our way,And give thanks and prayTo Him who all things has given. The Sabbath is here, to the fields let us go;How fresh and how fair!In the still morning air,The bright golden grainWaves over […]

Child’s Song

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. When at night I go to sleep,Fourteen angels are at hand;–Two on my right their watches keep;Two on my left to bless me stand;Two hover gently o’er my head;Two guard the foot of my small bed;Two wake me with the sun’s first ray;Two dress me nicely every day;Two guide me on […]

Home-Sickness

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. Were I a wild, wild falcon,I’d soar away on high,And seek my father’s dwelling,Beyond the far blue sky. Against that well-known door thenI’d flap my wings with joy;My mother from the windowSees and admits her boy. “Dear son!” she’d say; “O, welcome!How often has my heartLonged sadly to embrace thee;Now here […]

To A Fountain

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FROM THE GERMAN OF RAMLER. Lo! this fount is flowing ever;But the fountain prattles never.Traveller! at this fountain stay;Learn of it, with pure endeavour,Good to do, and nothing say.

When children play the livelong day,Like birds and butterflies,As free and gay sport life away,And know not care nor sighs; Then earth and air seem fresh and fair,All peace below, above;Life’s flowers are there, and everywhereIs innocence and love. When children pray with fear all day,A blight must be at hand;Then joys decay, and birds […]

Come, let us all, with heart and voice,To God our Father sing and pray;In his unceasing love rejoice,And thank him for this pleasant day. The clear blue sky looks full of love;Let all our selfish passions cease!O, let us lift our thoughts above,Where all is brightness, goodness, peace. If we have done a brother wrong,O, […]

How like the morning flower ye are!Which lifts its diamond head,Exulting in the mead;But the rude wind shall steal its gem,Shall break its tender stem,And leave it dead. Frail pledges of the contrite heart,Wherefore so soon decay?O, yet prolong your stay!Until my soul shall boldly rise,And claim its native skies,Haste not away.

The sun is hidden from our sight,The birds are sleeping sound;‘Tis time to say to all, “Good night!”And give a kiss all round. Good night! my father, mother, dear,Now kiss your little son;Good night! my friends, both far and near,Good night to every one. Good night! ye merry, merry birds,Sleep well till morning light;Perhaps if […]

To A Butterfly

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[Those who are acquainted with this little poem, translatedfrom Herder, will perceive that a slight liberty has beentaken with the last two lines.] Airy, lovely, heavenly thing!Butterfly with quivering wing!Hovering in thy transient hourOver every bush and flower,Feasting upon flowers and dew,Thyself a brilliant blossom, too! Who, with skilful fingers fine,Purpled o’er those wings of […]

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. This is the Sabbath day!In the wide field I am alone.Hark! now one morning bell’s sweet tone,–Now it has died away. Kneeling I worship Thee;Sweet dread doth o’er my spirit steal,From whispering sounds of those who kneel,Unseen, to pray with me. Around and far away,So clear and solemn is […]

To Spring

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Hail! reviving, joyous Spring,Smiling through thy veil of showers;Birds and brooks thy welcome sing,–Haste, and waken all thy flowers. Hark! a sweet pervading sound!From the breathing, moving earthLife is starting all around,Sending joy and fragrance forth. O’er the oak’s gigantic formBlossoms hang their drapery;Branches that defied the stormNow are full of melody. There is not […]

Hushed was the ocean’s stormy roar,Still as an infant’s joy;There sat upon the rocky shoreA father and his boy. Far off they saw a gallant ship,It came from foreign lands;The boy began to dance and skip,And clap his little hands. Her wished-for port is near at hand,The ship is hastening on;They hear the birds sing […]

A BALLAD. The birds are flown away,The flowers are dead and gone,The clouds look cold and grayAround the setting sun. The trees with solemn sighsTheir naked branches swing;The winter winds arise,And mournfully they sing. Upon his father’s kneeWas Charley’s happy place,And very thoughtfullyHe looked up in his face; And these his simple words:–“Father, how cold […]

Mother! whene’er around your childYou clasp your arms in love,And when, with grateful joy, you raiseYour eyes to God above, Think of the negro mother, whenHer child is torn away,Sold for a little slave,–O, thenFor that poor mother pray! Father! whene’er your happy boysYou look upon with pride,And pray to see them when you’re old,All […]

Before I close my eyes to-night,Let me myself these questions ask:–Have I endeavoured to do right,Nor thought my duty was a task? Have I been gentle, lowly, meek,And the small voice of conscience heard?When passion tempted me to speak,Have I repressed the angry word? Have I with cheerful zeal obeyedWhat my kind parents bid me […]

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF A.G. EBERHARD. The sun in smiles doth dress his face,As evening comes to take his place;So looks the parting loved-one, whenHe means to quickly come again. With moon and stars all sparkling bright,Advances now the silent night;And with the calm and gentle moon,Sweet peace doth quietly come on. Who at […]

"Hope In God"

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TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF S.A. MAHLMAN. Hope, my heart, in patience hope,–Thou at last thy flowers shalt gather;God is full of tender love,–Childlike speak thou to thy Father.From believing, trusting hearts,The God of mercy ne’er departs. Clouds may come, and clouds may go,Rest upon his goodness always;To those joyful, sunny heightsLead these rough and […]

It is in failure, in distress,When, reft of all, it stands alone,And not in what men call success,The noble, valiant soul is known. He who perfection makes his aimShoots at a mark he may not reach;The world may laugh, the world may blame.And what it calls discretion preach. And he will fail to win the […]

The Little Spring

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Beneath a green and mossy bankThere flows a clear and fairy stream;There the pert squirrel oft has drank,And thought, perhaps, ’twas made for him. Their pitchers there the laborers fill,As drop by drop the crystals flow,Singing their silvery welcome stillTo all who to the fountain go. Then to the river on it glides,Its tributary drop […]

“The flowers are blooming everywhere,On every hill and dell,And O, how beautiful they are!How sweetly, too, they smell! “The little brooks, they dance along,And look so glad and gay;I love to hear their pleasant song,I feel as glad as they. “The young lambs bleat and frisk about,The bees hum round their hive,The butterflies are coming […]

Dear mother, guess what I have heard!O, it will soon be spring!I’m sure it was a little bird,–Mother, I heard him sing. Look at this little piece of greenThat peeps out from the snow,As if it wanted to be seen,–‘Twill soon be spring, I know. And O, come here, come here and look!How fast it […]

Thou, from whom we never part,Thou, whose love is everywhere,Thou who seest every heart,Listen to our evening prayer. Father! fill our souls with love,Love unfailing, full, and free,Love no injury can move,Love that ever rests on thee. Heavenly Father! through the nightKeep us safe from every ill;Cheerful as the morning light,May we wake to do […]

The Lord’s Day

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This is the day when Jesus wokeFrom the deep slumbers of the tomb;This is the day the Saviour brokeThe bonds of fear and hopeless gloom. This is indeed a holy day;No longer may we dread to die.Let every fear be cast away,And tears be wiped from every eye. Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew;A dark […]

Cease, my complaining spirit, cease;Know ’tis a Father’s hand you feel;It leads you to the realms of peace;It kindly only wounds to heal. My Father! what a holy joyBursts on the sad, desponding mind,To say, when fiercest ills annoy,–“I know my Father still is kind!” This bids each trembling fear be still,Checks every murmur, every […]

Christian! when, overwhelmed with grief and care,Thou prayest for the help that thou dost need,As shipwrecked mariner for life will plead,O, then for faith pour forth the fervent prayer!‘Tis faith alone life’s heavy ills can bear.O, mark her calm, far-seeing, quickening eye,Full of the light of immortality!It tells of worlds unseen, and calls us there;That […]

Great Source of being,Father all-seeing!We bow before thee;Our souls adore thee;Help us obey thee;Guide us aright;Keep us, we pray thee,Through the long night. Thou kind, forgivingGod of all living,Thy power defend us,Thy peace attend us,While we are closingThis day in prayer,Ever reposingUnder thy care.

My Heavenly Father! all I see,Around me and above,Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee,And speaks thy boundless love. The clear blue sky is full of thee,The woods so dark and lone;The soft south-wind, the sounding sea,Worship the Holy One. The humming of the insect throng,The prattling, sparkling rill,The birds, with their melodious song,Repeat […]

It was my Heavenly Father’s loveBrought every being forth;He made the shining worlds above,And every thing on earth. Each lovely flower, the smallest fly,The sea, the waterfall,The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,–‘Tis God that made them all. He gave me all my friends, and taughtMy heart to love them well,And he bestowed the […]

On Prayer

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As through the pathless fields of airWandered forth the timid dove,So the heart, in humble prayer,Essays to reach the throne of love. Like her it may return unblest,Like her again may soar,And still return and find no rest,No peaceful, happy shore. But now once more she spreads her wings,And takes a bolder flight,And see! the […]

What was in the viewless wind,Wild rushing through the oak,Seemed to my listening, dreaming mindAs though a spirit spoke? What is it to the murmuring streamDoth give so sweet a song,That on its tide my thoughts do seemTo pour themselves along? What is it on the dizzy height,What in each glowing star,That speaks of things […]

God, who dwellest everywhereGod, who makest all thy care,God, who hearest every prayer,Thou who see’st the heart; Thou to whom we lift our eyes.Father, help our souls to rise,And, beyond these narrow skies,See thee as thou art! Let our anxious thoughts be still,Holy trust adore thy will,Holy love our bosoms fill,Let our songs ascend!Dearest friends […]

“Let little children come to me,”–This is what the Saviour said;Little children, come and seeWhere these gracious words are read. Often on these pages look,–Of the love of God they tell;‘Tis indeed a holy book,–Learn to read and love it well. Thus you hear the Saviour speak,–“Come ye all and learn of me”;He was gentle, […]

Help me, O God, to trust in thee,Thou high and holy One!And may my troubled spirit fleeFor rest to thee alone. In thee alone the soul can findSecure and sweet repose;And thou canst bid the desert mindTo blossom as the rose. Let not this spirit, formed to riseWhere angels claim their birth,Forsake its home beyond […]

“What, mother, makes it seem to me,When I am all alone,As if some one could hear and see,And all my thoughts were known? “Sometimes it makes me very glad,And dance and sing with joy;Sometimes it makes me very sad,And frights your little boy. “O, tell me, mother, tell me why;For I have never knownWhy ’tis […]

Almighty Father! I am weak,But thou wilt strengthen me,If from my heart I humbly seekFor help and light from thee. When I am tempted to do wrong,Then, Father, pity me,And make my failing virtue strong;Help me to think of thee! Let Christian courage guard my youth;That courage give to meWhich ever speaks and acts the […]

How sweet to be allowed to prayTo God, the Holy One,With filial love and trust to say,–“Father, thy will be done!” We in these sacred words can findA cure for every ill;They calm and soothe the troubled mind,And bid all care be still. O, let that will, which gave me breathAnd an immortal soul,In joy […]

Sabbath Day

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How sweet upon this sacred day,The best of all the seven,To cast our earthly thoughts away,And think of God and heaven! How sweet to be allowed to prayOur sins may be forgiven;With filial confidence to say,“Father, who art in heaven”! With humble hope to bend the knee,And, free from folly’s leaven,Confess that we have strayed […]

How sweet to lay my weary headUpon my quiet little bed,And feel assured, that all day longI have not knowingly done wrong! How sweet to hear my mother say,“You have been very good to-day!”How sweet to see my father’s joyWhen he can say, “My dear, good boy!” How sweet it is my thoughts to sendTo […]

God Is Good

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Thou art good! Each perfumed flower,Waving fields, the dark green wood,The insect fluttering for an hour,–All things proclaim that God is good. I hear it in each breath of wind;The hills that have for ages stood,And clouds with gold and silver lined,All still repeat that God is good. Each little rill, that many a yearHas […]