The cold storms of winter shall chill him no more, His woes and his sorrows, his pains are all o’er; The sod of the valley now covers his form, He is safe in his last home, he feels not the storm. The...

Oh! mother, weep not, though our lot be hard, And we are helpless⁠—God will be our guard: For He our heavenly guardian doth not sleep; He watches o’er us⁠—mother, do not weep. And grieve not for that ...

The friends we’ve loved, the home we’ve left, Will ofttimes claim a tear; And though of these we are bereft, Still memory makes them dear. And deep we feel each trifling ill, Each sorrow of the soul: ...

This sacred right none are denied, Which makes the soul to Christ allied; Man bends the heart and bows the knee, And knows in prayer that he is free. Yes, free to ask of Him, whate’er The fainting hea...

Our sires who once in freedom’s cause, Their boasted freedom sought and won, For deeds of glory gained applause, When patriot feelings led them on. And can their sons now speak with pride, Of rights f...

Farewell!⁠—but thou wilt soon forget The stranger thou hast seen, And in the gay and busy world, Forget that I have been. And thought of me will scarce intrude, When other forms are nigh; Who, decked ...

There lies the sole remaining hope Of all my coming years; The treasure of my widow’d heart, The tie that bound me here. He was the last⁠—the loveliest, And can you blame my grief, Or chide the fallin...

O, speed thee! speed thee! gallant bark, Across the bounding wave; Thou bearest to old Britain’s shores, The Champion of the slave. Propitious breezes waft thee on, Safe o’er Atlantic’s sea; For many ...

To see our pathway strewn with flowers, While ’neath their sunny hue, We fear that many a rankling care Lies hidden from our view; To cull the flowers, to love their bloom, A season to enjoy; To mark ...

And they are gone⁠—that little band Of friends⁠—the firm and true! We feel the void which absence makes, With joy, and sorrow too. We joy that duties call them forth, Clad in an armor bright; With shi...

Oh! speak not of heathenish darkness again, Nor tell me of lands held in error’s dread chain! Where⁠—where is the nation so erring as we, Who claim the proud name of the “home of the free”! What a thr...

Dear cherished hours, how much ye tell Of all we’ve known, and loved so well! On memory’s page there is a leaf, Bearing a trace of pleasures brief; Of schoolday mirth, of pastime gay, With which we wh...

Oh, woman, woman, in thy brightest hour Of conscious worth, of pride, of conscious power, Oh, nobly dare to act a Christian’s part, That well befits a lovely woman’s heart! Dare to be good, as thou ca...

Mother, I leave thee⁠—thou hast been, Through long, long years of pain, The only hope my fond heart knew; Or e’er shall know again. The sails are set⁠—my master waits To bear me far from thee; I linge...

Father, we lift the suppliant eye, To where thou reigns’t above; We feel that thou canst not deny The children of thy love. Unshaken faith, unwavering trust, Are all that we can bring; We are thy chil...