Category: Poetry
In presenting this little book to her readers, the author is giving back to them in a collected form much that has previously been given them--anonymously, or under the _nom-de-plume_, first, of "Emillia," then of "Xenette," or, finally, under her true name either as Miss Vini...
In presenting this little book to her readers, the author is giving back to them in a collected form much that has previously been given them--anonymously, or under the _nom-de-...
2. Chapter 2Why paused he in his onward course?-- Why held his shuddering breath?-- Why gazed he with bewildered eye, As on the face of death? Before him sat in stern array, All hushed as i...
3. Chapter 3Our field is the world!--whether sowing or reaping, Or gleaning the handfuls that others have passed, Or waiting the growth of the seed that, with weeping, On rocky and desolate...
4. Chapter 4"I'll be on the farther side, my son, So follow the path you see, And at the end of this narrow way, Awaiting you, I will be!" Thus bidden, the child set out, but soon, With the...
5. Chapter 5A little babe, a tiny, broken bud, A snow-white, breathless lamb lay still and cold Upon its mother's knees. She did not weep-- She did not pray; but with white, trembling lips...
6. Chapter 6On thy hearth-stone the ashes are fireless, In thy dark home the lights never burn, In thy garden the sweet flowers have perished, To thy bower no song-birds return! Yet a mansi...
7. Chapter 7Somewhere, I know, there wait for me Sweet tones that wander back betimes Through the charmed gates of Memory, Like far-off swell of Sabbath chimes; And fair, sweet faces, dimly...
8. Chapter 8Onward, still on!--though the pathway be dreary,-- Though few be the fountains that gladden the way,-- Though the tired spirit grow feeble and weary, And droop in the heat of th...
9. Chapter 9Bird, that cannot be thy sphere, Yonder threatening cloud so near!-- With thy bright, unfearing eye, Wherefore seek that troubled sky? Ah! a hand is o'er thee spread, To defend...
10. Chapter 10"Honor to Labor!"--the student cries, As he gazes around him with joyful eyes,-- "Honor to Labor!--the teeming press Pours forth its treasures the world to bless! From the pictu...
11. Chapter 11Now, fruitful fields and waving orchard-trees Spread their rich treasures to the summer breeze. Yonder, in queenly pride, a city stands, Whence stately vessels speed to distant...
12. Chapter 12Well mayst thou cling to Earth, unless thy ear Opened has been, the voice from Heaven to hear,-- To hear the Christ, amid Earth's wearying strife, Its toil and tumult, say "_I a...