A FRIEND IN NEED
... THOU art returned at last, beloved bird I knew thy wondrous instinct had not err'd Thou hast outsped the Prussian hawks, I knew Thy pinions would be true Thou hast not wholly 'scaped ...
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MON BRAVE
... MON BRAVE Brave one, who nobly fell, I triumph while I grieve, And love your honour far too well To wish that you might live. It is because I love With love that's limitless, My thoughts can poise th ...
THE ANGELS' SONG
... Long ages since, on Bethlehem's star-lit plains, The silent, list'ning earth Heard angels chanting in celestial strains Messiah's birth. Clear rose the evangel on the midnight air, An ...
A LIFT BY THE WAY
... SAYS Baby, I'm tired-- no farther I'll go, For you've carried me, mother, three miles through the snow; And look at poor Aunty, her nose is quite blue, As she shakes oft the snow th ...
A DROP OF PANTOMIME WATER
... While total abstainers, By spirit forswearing, Believe themselves gainers In dignified bearing, In health and in morals, In freedom from quarrels, In conjugal duty, In pers ...
LOCKED IN
... REMEMBER! has a pleasant gust To kindest friends, and yet I've done some follies that I trust My kindest friends forget. it did not seem absurd when one Was juvenile and jolly, To love the p ...
THE VAGABOND'S DOG
... BROTHERS and sisters have passed from me, Parents I never knew; Beneath the sod where the gravestones be, Telling the false and true, My kindred sleep, and a vagabond I Have only my ...
ODE BY A CHRISTMAS PUDDING AT SEA
... LAT. 49° 5' N.; LONG. 90 17' W. TO all you Puddings now on shore I write, to give a notion Of what mishaps there are in store For Puddings born on Ocean: It blew a ga ...
THE FORBIDDEN ROOM
... IN the dead dark of the night, When the moon has set, and light Seems for ever buried deep; When his cheating visions Sleep Sends to wretches racked with care, Who awake and find th ...
LOCKED OUT
... FLORRY FARRINGTON tries to remember The party at Mrs. Devaux's, Where-- the very last night of December-- She danced the old year to its close. If the sketch that her memory traces Be wanti ...
A BASKET OF GOOD THINGS
... CHRISTMAS morning is frosty and clear, (Our artist, I hope, is a truthful seer, For Christmas visits us, now and again, In a mantle of fog, or drizzling rain): At all events, i ...
PRAYERS FOR PEACE
... Art Thou in very truth of hosts the Lord And art Thou God of Battles, as we read Within the volume which is called Thy Word In hecatombs of slain dost Thou delight indeed Behold the ...