Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;

Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard

Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!

Twilight

© James Montgomery

I love thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll,

The calm of evening steals upon my soul,

In an Almshouse

© Augusta Davies Webster

They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.

Present And Future

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Look, as a mother bending o'er her boy,
The sleeping boy that in her bosom lies,
Gazes upon him in a trance of joy
With earnest, infinitely tender eyes,

Death and Night

© James Benjamin Kenyon

The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze;

The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills;

Hymn XXXII. Lord, now the time returns,

© John Austin

Lord, now the time returns,

For weary man to rest;

The Forsaken

© Caroline Norton

IT is the music of her native land,--
The airs she used to love in happier days;
The lute is struck by some young gentle hand,
To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays.
II.

By The Seaside : The Lighthouse

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Queen Mary's Complaint

I.

Pale moon! thy mild benignant light

Fair Dog, Which So My Heart

Kill therefore in the end, and end my anguish,
Give me my death, methinks even time upbraideth
A fullness of the woes, wherein I languish;
Or if thou wilt I live, then pity pleadeth
Help out of thee, since nature hath reveal'd,
That with thy tongue thy bitings may be heal'd.