#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The father sits in his lonely room… Outside sings a little bird. But the shadows are laden with dea… And the song is all unheard. The father’s heart is the home of…
My babe was moaning in its sleep, I leaned and kissed it where it la… My pain was such I could not weep… Oh, would God take my child away? He had so many round his throne—
Let the dream go. Are there not o… In vastness of clouds hid from thy… That yet shall gild with beautiful… And shoot the shadows through and… What matters one lost vision of th…
I sit in the twilight dim At the close of an idle day, And I list to the soft sweet hymn… That rises far away, And dies on the evening air.
Of a thousand things that the Yea… The busy Old Year who has gone aw… How many will rise in the Spring,… Brought to life by the sun of May… Will the rose-tree branches, so wh…
Look in the eyes of trouble with a… Extend your hand and do not be afr… —Tis but a friend who comes to mas… And test your faith and courage fo… Fly, and he follows fast with thre…
’Twixt what thou art, and what tho… No “If” arise on which to lay the… Man makes a mountain of that puny… But, like a blade of grass before… It falls and withers when a human…
I think that the bitterest sorrow… Of love unrequited, or cold death’… Is sweet compared to that hour whe… That some grand passion is on the… When we see that the glory and glo…
Think of it, think of it over the… Thousands of men to-day march on t… Think how the sun shines on fields… How the air chokes, with the canno… How in the shadows, perchance, of…
Strengthen me for every contest, Let my prayers be not in vain, I would bless Thee, in my sorrow; I would glory in my pain; Make my spirit white-for heaven;
I shall not forget you. The years… But vain are their efforts to soft… And the strong hands of Time are… To garland the grave that is made… Your image is ever about me, befor…
An artist toiled over his pictures… He laboured by night and by day, He struggled for glory and honour But the world, it had nothing to s… His walls were ablaze with the spl…
I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife an… Of life’s great thoroughfares, and… May read some line my hand has pen…
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country—the… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those of whom I am so… They make it seem familiar and mos…
I heard such a curious story Of Santa Claus. Once, so they sa… He set out to find what people wer… Before he took presents their way. ‘This year I will give but to giv…
