‘Whither, thou turbid wave?
As if a thief wert thou?’‘I am the Wave of Life,Stained with my margin’s dust;From the struggle and the strifeOf the narrow stream I flyTo the Sea’s immensity,To wash from me the slimeOf the muddy banks of Time.’
As if a thief wert thou?’‘I am the Wave of Life,Stained with my margin’s dust;From the struggle and the strifeOf the narrow stream I flyTo the Sea’s immensity,To wash from me the slimeOf the muddy banks of Time.’
Only the weathercock on the spireOf the neighboring church is a flame of fire;All is in shadow below.O beautiful, awful summer day,What hast thou given, what taken away?Life and death, and love and hate,Homes made happy or desolate,Hearts made sad or gay!On the road of life one mile-stone more!In the book of life one leaf…
Heart so full of care and cumber,I was lapped in rest and slumber,Ye have made me wakeful, wistful!In this life of labor endlessWho shall comfort my distresses?Querulous my soul and friendlessIn its sorrow shuns caresses.Ye have made me, ye have made meQuerulous of you, that care not,Eyes so tristful, yet I dare notSay to what…
And clothes him in the embroideryOf glittering son and clear blue sky.With beast and bird the forest rings,Each in his jargon cries or sings;And Time throws off his cloak againOf ermined frost, and cold and rain.River, and fount, and tinkling brookWear in their dainty liveryDrops of silver jewelry;In new-made suit they merry look;And Time throws…
Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi,Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen.It was a band of exiles: a raft, as it were, from the shipwreckedNation, scattered along the coast, now floating together,Bound by the bonds of a common belief and a common misfortune;Men and women and children, who,…
Who has it not wants hardihood,Who has it has much trouble and care,Who once has had it has despair.THE BEST MEDICINESJoy and Temperance and ReposeSlam the door on the doctor’s nose.SINMan-like is it to fall into sin,Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,God-like is it all sin to leave.POVERTY AND…
It flows for rich and poor the same.Then go thy way, remembering stillThe wayside well beneath the hill,The cup of water in his name.
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.‘T was an image of the VirginThat had tasked his utmost skill;But, alas! his fair idealVanished and escaped him still.From a distant Eastern islandHad the precious wood been broughtDay and night the anxious masterAt his toil untiring wrought;Till, discouraged and desponding,Sat he now in shadows deep,And…
Through the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint light on the cowléd head;And the censer burning swung,Where, before the altar, hungThe crimson banner, that with prayerHad been consecrated there.And the nuns’ sweet hymn was heard the while,Sung low, in the dim, mysterious aisle.‘Take thy banner! May it waveProudly o’er the good and brave;When…
Soon o’er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful procession,Came from the neighboring hamlets and farms the Acadian women,Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea-shore,Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings,Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodland.Close at their sides their children…