Poetry
Excerpt: SEND down Thy winged angel, God! // Amid this night so wild; // And bid him come where now we watch, // And breathe upon our child! // She lies upon her pillow, pale, // And moans within her sleep, // Or wakeneth with a patient smile, // And striveth not to weep. // How gentle and how good a child // She is, we know too well, // And dearer to her parents' hearts // Than our weak words can tell. // We love - we watch throughout the night, // To aid, when need may...
Excerpt: DAY dawned: - within a curtained room, // Filled to faintness with perfume, // A lady lay at point of doom. // Day closed; - a child had seen the light; // But, for the lady fair and bright, // She rested in undreaming night. // Spring rose; the lady's grave was green; // And near it, oftentimes, was seen // A gentle boy with thoughtful mien. // Years fled; - he wore a manly face, // And struggled in the world's rough race, // And won at last a lofty place. // A...
Excerpt: The poplars in the fields of France // Are golden ladies come to dance; // But yet to see them there is none // But I and the September sun. // The girl who in their shadow sits // Can only see the sock she knits; // Her dog is watching all the day // That not a cow shall go astray. // The leisurely contented cows // Can only see the earth they browse; // Their piebald bodies through the grass // With busy, munching noses pass. // Alone the sun and I behold // P...