Category Emily Huntington Miller

New Year Song

They say that the year is old and gray,That his eyes are dim with sorrow;But what care we, though he pass away?For the New Year comes tomorrow. No sighs have we for the roses fled,No tears for the vanished summer;Fresh…

The Bluebird song

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat,Hark!…

Oh Realm of Light!

Oh realm of light! whose morning starTo Bethlehem’s manger led the way,Not yet upon our longing eyesShines the full splendor of thy day:Yet still across the centuries fall,Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command;And still with steadfast faith we cry,“Behold,…

Tell The Blessed Tidings

Tell the blessèd tidings, children of the King,With your glad hosannas make the morning ring:Songs of His salvation, nevermore should cease;Crown Him with your praises, hail Him Prince of Peace!Round His throne of triumph happy hosts attend,His the power and…

The Wood-Dove’s Note

Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove’s plaintive call,‘O where! where! where!’ Straight with old Omar in the almond groveFrom whitening boughs I breathe the odors rareAnd…