FRAMER of the earth and sky, Ruler of the day and night, With a glad variety, Tempering all, and making light; Gleams upon our dark path flinging…

‘Snapdragon’ a Riddle for a Flowe… I am rooted in the wall Of buttress’d tower or ancient hal… Prison’d in an art-wrought bed. Cased in mortar, cramp’d with lead…

WHEN mirth is full and free, Some sudden gloom shall be; When haughty power mounts high, The Watcher’s axe is nigh. All growth has bound; when greates…

BANISH’D the House of sacred r… Amid a thoughtless throng, At length I heard its creed confe… And knelt the saints among. Artless his strain and unadorn’d,

TODAY the Blessed Three in One Began the earth and skies; Today a Conqueror, God the Son, Did from the grave arise; We too will wake, and, in despite

Time was, I shrank from what was… From fear of what was wrong; I would not brave the sacred fight… Because the foe was strong. But now I cast that finer sense

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign… First quicken’d love divine; I am all Thine,'€”Thy care and ch… My very praise is Thine. I praise Thee, while Thy providen…

Prune thou thy words; the thoughts… That o’er thee swell and throng;— They will condense within thy soul… And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run

‘Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscer… Atque metus omnes, et inexorabile… Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Ac… IN childhood, when with eager eye… The season-measured year I view’d…

I am a harp of many chords, and ea… Strung by a separate hand;—most mu… My notes, discoursing with the men… Not the outward ear. Try them, th… With wisdom, fancy, graceful gaiet…

‘Man goeth forth’ with reckless tr… Upon his wealth of mind, As if in self a thing of dust Creative skill might find; He schemes and toils; stone, wood…

Ladies, well I deem, delight In comely tire to move; Soft, and delicate, and bright, Are the robes they love. Silks, where hues alternate play,

Let the sun summon all his beams t… Bright pageant in his court, the c… Earth trim her fields and leaf her… Till the dull month with summer-sp… It is my Birthday;—and I fain wou…

There is in stillness oft a magic… To calm the breast, when strugglin… Touch’d by its influence, in the s… Diviner feelings, kindred with the… By this the Arab’s kindling thoug…

Dear Frank, this morn has usher’d… The manhood of thy days; A boy no more, thou must begin To choose thy future ways; To brace thy arm, and nerve thy he…