The Mother's Dream, and Other Poems

I saw the form of my dear, lost child! All kindled with life he came; And he spake in his own sweet voice, and smiled, As soon as I called his name.

Man hath an enemy, Whose snare is laid Softly and silently, Deep in the shade. Light, by the tempter shunned, Only can show Where, secure, free, and pure, Our feet may go.

Child, amid the honeyed flowers Passing life's bright morning hours-- Playing in the silver rills, Where they bathe Judea's hills-- Looking, with an earnest eye, At the wild bir...

I therefore bid my fancy weave This simple wreath, which thou 'lt receive In lieu thereof; and thence believe My fervent wish to be That Heaven, to overflowing still, With pures...

And when at the morning and evening devotion, While bending with offerings of praise and of prayer, To God we commend thee afar on the ocean, We feel thou art kneeling for us to...

"The discomposed Sovereign with us shall unite, And fly at his friends for our cause in the fight, To scatter his subjects--to purchase our right-- The land of oppression to cle...

We leave all behind, That a warm heart can bind, In home, love, and friendship endearing; While hope flies before, For a far, foreign shore, As the hand at the rudder is steering.

Blowing Bubbles, 1 Infant Faith, 4 Patty Proud, 6 I caught a Bird, 9 The Flower of Shells and Silver Wire, 11 The little Blind Boy, 12 The Sale of the Water Lily, 13 The Silver...

And wherefore did they whip thee so, To give thy voice this sound of wo, Which comes so plaintively to show That they have used thee ill? Didst thou go through the woods alone,...