Is this a holy thing to seeIn a rich and fruitful land, —Babes reduced to misery,Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song?Can it be a song of joy?And so many children poor?It is a land of poverty! And their son does never shine,And their fields are bleak and bare,And their […]

“Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives it ease,And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.” So sang a little clod of clay,Trodden with the cattle’s feet,But a pebble of the brookWarbled out these metres meet: “Love seeketh only Self to please,To bind another to its delight,Joys in another’s […]

In futurityI prophetic seeThat the earth from sleep(Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise, and seekfor her Maker meek;And the desert wildBecome a garden mild. In the southern clime,Where the summer’s primeNever fades away,Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers oldLovely Lyca told.She had wandered long,Hearing wild birds’ song. “Sweet sleep, come to meUnderneath this tree;Do father, mother, […]

Sweet dreams, form a shade O’er my lovely infant’s head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown! Sweet sleep, angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child! Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight! Sweet smiles, mother’s smile All the […]