Category: Poetry
It is with some degree of diffidence, that the writer of these Poems presents them to the public. The unexpected and abundant favor with which her late work, “The Southern Harp,” has been every where received, has given her heartfelt gratification; and perhaps her latent susce...
It is with some degree of diffidence, that the writer of these Poems presents them to the public. The unexpected and abundant favor with which her late work, “The Southern Harp,...
2. Part 2’Twas night. No star was shining in the sky; The moaning winds had lull’d themselves to rest, And all was still as death. His plaintive cry Even the lonely whip-poor-will suppre...
3. Part 3Why wanders she from room to room, with face so deadly pale? And why so languid is her step, as though her strength would fail? And yet, why sits upon her brow such resolution h...
4. Part 4But, ah! there is no hope. The blow that fell Upon his heart, when his dear only son Died in his arms--has done its work too well; The work disease already had begun! In that sa...
5. Part 5Till then I’ll patient be. It is not best To bosom sorrow, or to nourish grief; No! let me bear my heavy laden breast Where only suff’ring hearts can find relief-- To Him who wa...
6. Part 6[7] The waters of the Mississippi, above the Missouri, are very different in their character from those below. Below, they are, like the Missouri waters, turbulent and muddy; ab...
7. Part 7There stands a country church within a wood, Embower’d by branches green--a vocal shade, Where all the livelong week to solitude Gay plumaged birds their cheerful music made. Ho...
8. Part 8Love timid flies the busy haunts of men; The dear domestic altar is his throne; One word unkind may break his blissful reign; He goes where willing hearts his empire own, And ta...
9. Part 9Now it is kept with tender care, And many a friendly eye Has gazed at the beautiful sever’d branch, With a tear of sympathy For _thee_--bereav’d and drooping plant, The tears we...
10. Part 10My Savior! is my place prepared, And for my welcome hast thou cared, When death shall call for me? When I shall rest beneath the sod, Shall angels bear my soul to God? O, Savior...
11. Part 11I saw a shining beauteous thing-- It hung before me glittering; They call’d it friendship, and with joy, My hand I stretch’d to seize the toy. It proved to be a gilded dart, Whi...
12. Part 12No huge rolling billows can me overwhelm, The God of the ocean is at the helm; Though the waves may rise, and around me chafe, When Jesus is with me, _all is safe_!
13. Part 13How long I slept I know not. Long, long hours I seem’d communing with the joyous past; Sometimes I saw the brilliant summer flowers, And sometimes heard the moaning winter blast...