High waving heather 'neath stormy… Midnight and moonlight and bright… Darkness and glory rejoicingly ble… Earth rising to heaven and heaven… Man’s spirit away from its drear d…

In summer’s mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing;

How beautiful the earth is still, To thee —how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, y…

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child… Forsake thy books, and mateless pl… And, while the night is gathering… We’ll talk its pensive hours away;…

The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been… And dim the hearts that slowly die… No star will light my coming night…

How few, of all the hearts that lo… Are grieving for thee now; And why should mine to—night be mo… With such a sense of woe? Too often thus, when left alone,

It was night and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountai… Down the darkness stole away. Long ago the hopeless peasant

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorio…

Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,

Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may’st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy… The softest of the sky. And will not guardian Angles send