Poems

“Oh! Mamma!--come look at this queer looking _bird_-- An _owl_ is perched up in our tree!-- Or is it a night-hawk just taking a rest-- What kind of a bird can it be?”

Come hither my children, Sue, Archie, and Nell And listen to me as a story I tell How “once on a time,” in the mist and the fog Was a poor ragged boy, and a little brown dog. Th...

One day she laid it on a chair-- Got up, and left it lying there-- And went to work sweeping the floor Just as a peddler reached the door. And to the man it did occur That he mi...

The memory of her beautiful life, and of her deep and unchanging love for me,--together with the knowledge of the interest she felt in my writings, fills me with a longing to do...

And may the bright _Star_ of the _Heavens_ Ever guard and guide us aright-- May we all many times be permitted To meet here in ardent delight. May we ever be true to our Master-...