Bad men want the gold;They will steal it to-night,And you must take flight;So be quiet and busy and bold.’‘Slip away with me,And you will seeWhat a wise little thing am I;For the road I showNo man can know,Since it’s up in the pathless sky.’
He that is humble ever shallHave God to be his guide.I am content with what I have,Little be it, or much.And, Lord! Contentment still I crave,Because Thou savest such.Fulness to them a burden is,That go on pilgrimage.Here little, and hereafter bliss,Is best from age to age!
That all my life may better beFor the trial that is past.O vanity, mislead no more!Sleep, like passions, long!Wake, happy heart, and dance againTo the music of my song!O summer days, flit fast away,And bring the blithesome hourWhen we three wanderers shall meetSafe in our household flower!O dear mamma, lament no more!Smile on us as…
Smiling with her mild face,Though the ocean frown.Clouds may dim her brightness,But soon they pass away,And she shines out, unaltered,O’er the little waves at play.So ‘mid the storm or sunshine,Wherever she may go,Led on by her hidden powerThe wild see must plow.As the tranquil evening moonLooks on that restless sea,So a mother’s gentle face,Little child,…
The tale is told, the song is sung,And the Fairy feast is done.The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,And sings to them, soft and low.The early birds erelong will wake:‘T is time for the Elves to go.O’er the sleeping earth we silently pass,Unseen by mortal eye,And send sweet dreams, as we lightly floatThrough the quiet moonlit…
Beloved strifeFor fame and life,Oh, tarry not too long!”
The low, sweet tones of happy flowers,Singing little Violet’s name.‘Mong the green trees was it whispered,And the bright waves bore it onTo the lonely forest flowers,Where the glad news had not gone.Thus the Frost-King lost his kingdom,And his power to harm and blight.Violet conquered, and his cold heartWarmed with music, love, and light;And his fair…
When wintry winds are whistling,And we hear the owl’s shrill cry,In the quiet, dusky chamber,By the flickering firelight,Rising up between two sleepers,Comes a spirit all in white.A winsome little ghost it is,Rosy-cheeked, and bright of eye;With yellow curls all breaking looseFrom the small cap pushed awry.Up it climbs among the pillows,For the ‘big dark’ brings…
Born of roses, fed on dew,Charms and potions canst thou brew?Bring me here, with elfin speed,The fragrant philter which I need.Make it sweet and swift and strong,Spirit, answer now my song!* * * * *Hither I come,From my airy home,Afar in the silver moon.Take the magic spell,And use it well,Or its power will vanish soon!
With your green and purple cupUpturned to sun and air?‘I bloom, blithesome Bessie,To cheer your childish heart;The world is full of labor,And this shall be my part.’Whirl, busy wheel, faster,Spin, little thread, spin;The sun shines fair without,And we are gay within.O robin in the tree-top,With sunshine on your breast,Why brood you so patientlyAbove your hidden…
