Mountain Idylls, and Other Poems

TO THE MANY FRIENDS WHO HAVE SO KINDLY ASSISTED IN THE ARRANGEMENT OF THE MANUSCRIPTS FOR PUBLICATION, AFTER THE SHADOWS OF HOPELESS BLINDNESS DESCENDED UPON ME FOREVER, THIS VO...

The aged and decrepit plodded by, Whom one would think were ripe for any tomb, Yet quailed at dissolution's very thought; The crippled and deformed, with cane and crutch, Came l...

Ill fares the heart, when hope has fled; When vanishes each prospect fair, When the last flickering ray has sped, And naught remains but mute despair; When inky blackness doth e...

I dug a grave, one smiling April day, A grave whose small proportions testified To empty arms, and playthings put away, To ears which heard, when only fancy cried; I wondered, a...

Wert thou a witness on that selfsame night When humble shepherds on Judea's hills, Watching their flocks with all attentive care, Beheld unwonted grandeur in the skies? The ordi...