If in thy heart the spring of joy… All beauteous things, being reflec… Most beautiful and joyful do appea… But if that treasure hath been fro… If emptiness, and darkness, in thy…

Merciful spirit! who thy bright th… Hast left, to wander through this… With me, poor child of sin!'€”Ang… Whose guardian wings hung o’er me… And who still walk’st unwearied by…

Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…

Upon the altar of my life there li… A costly offering: its price I kn… The worth that it might have, its… Yet it lies there, and darkness co… It has not burned towards heaven i…

Poor little sprite! in that dark,… Caged by the law of man’s resistle… With thy sweet, liquid notes, by s… Compelled to minister to his delig… Whence, what art thou? art thou a…

IN MARCH 1865 A double worship hath the spring,… Triumph, and joy, and sweetness mo… For, standing on the threshold of… Your life’s star shines, full in h…

Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that… While shines the weary sun, with s… I drive away; why, when my spirits… Shrouded in the cold sleep of mise… Do ye return, to mock me with fals…

I cannot sleep for thinking of thy… Which thrusts itself between the d… Scaring my rest. Oh, for Heaven’s… Haunt me not with this speechless… What could I do that I have left…

Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…

Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’€”it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…

O child! who to this evil world ar… Led by the unseen hand of Him who… Welcome unto this dungeon-house, t… Welcome to all the woe this life a… Upon thy forehead yet the badge of…

My sun went down at noon to-day, O Sorrow! For in thine eyes My sun doth rise; Then, Love, I pray,

There’s not a fibre in my tremblin… That does not vibrate when thy ste… There’s not a pulse that throbs no… Thy voice, thy breathing, nay thy… When thou art with me every sense…

Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls… Dear friend, are still as closely… As when we wandered side by side, Some seven years gone, in that fai…

Come fill the can again, boys, One parting glass, one parting gla… Ere we shall meet again, boys, Long years may pass, long years ma… We’ll drink the gallant bark, boys…