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Domestic Peace

Domestic Peace

Why should such gloomy silence reign,

And why is all the house so drear,

When neither danger, sickness, pain,

Nor death, nor want, have entered here?

We are as many as we were

That other night, when all were gay

And full of hope, and free from care;

Yet is there something gone away.

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In Memory Of A Happy Day In February

In Memory Of A Happy Day In February

Blessed be Thou for all the joy

My soul has felt to-day!

Oh, let its memory stay with me,

And never pass away!

I was alone, for those I loved

Were far away from me;

The sun shone on the withered grass,

The wind blew fresh and free.

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Memory

Memory

Brightly the sun of summer shone,

Green fields and waving woods upon,

And soft winds wandered by;

Above, a sky of purest blue,

Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,

Allured the gazer's eye.

But what were all these charms to me,

When one sweet breath of memory

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An Orphan's Lament

An Orphan's Lament

She's gone — and twice the summer's sun

Has gilt Regina's towers,

And melted wild Angora's snows,

And warmed Exina's bowers.

The flowerets twice on hill and dale

Have bloomed and died away,

And twice the rustling forest leaves

Have fallen to decay,

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Appeal

Appeal

Oh, I am very weary,

Though tears no longer flow;

My eyes are tires of weeping,

My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,

My days pass heavily,

I'm wearing of repining,

Wilt thou not come to me?

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Alexander And Zenobia

Alexander And Zenobia

Fair was the evening and brightly the sun

Was shining on desert and grove,

Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers

And cloudless the heavens above.

It was Arabia's distant land

And peaceful was the hour;

Two youthful figures lay reclined

Deep in a shady bower.

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Past Days

Past Days

'Tis strange to think there WAS a time

When mirth was not an empty name,

When laughter really cheered the heart,

And frequent smiles unbidden came,

And tears of grief would only flow

In sympathy for others' woe;

When speech expressed the inward thought,

And heart to kindred heart was bare,

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"I hoped, that with the brave and strong"

"I hoped, that with the brave and strong"

I hoped, that with the brave and strong,

My portioned task might lie;

To toil amid the busy throng,

With purpose pure and high.

But God has fixed another part,

And He has fixed it well;

I said so with my bleeding heart,

When first the anguish fell.

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Home

Home

How brightly glistening in the sun

The woodland ivy plays!

While yonder beeches from their barks

Reflect his silver rays.

That sun surveys a lovely scene

From softly smiling skies;

And wildly through unnumbered trees

The wind of winter sighs:

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Call Me Away

Call Me Away

Call me away; there's nothing here,

That wins my soul to stay;

Then let me leave this prospect drear,

And hasten far away.

To our beloved land I'll flee,

Our land of thought and soul,

Where I have roved so oft with thee,

Beyond the world's control.

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A Prayer

A Prayer

My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,

Weak, wretched sinner though I be),

My trembling soul would fain be Thine;

My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

Not only for the Past I grieve,

The Future fills me with dismay;

Unless Thou hasten to relieve,

Thy suppliant is a castaway.

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Dreams

Dreams

While on my lonely couch I lie,

I seldom feel myself alone,

For fancy fills my dreaming eye

With scenes and pleasures of its own.

Then I may cherish at my breast

An infant's form beloved and fair,

May smile and soothe it into rest

With all a Mother's fondest care.

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