#AmericanWriters
Ho! thou who seekest late and long A License from the Holy Book For brutal lust and fiendish wrong… Man of the Pulpit, look! Lift up those cold and atheist eye…
The day is closing dark and cold, With roaring blast and sleety show… And through the dusk the lilacs we… The bloom of snow, instead of flow… I turn me from the gloom without,
The river hemmed with leaning tree… Wound through its meadows green; A low, blue line of mountains show… The open pines between. One sharp, tall peak above them al…
Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…
ACCOMPANYING MANUS… 'T is said that in the Holy Land The angels of the place have bless… The pilgrim’s bed of desert sand, Like Jacob’s stone of rest.
How sweetly on the wood-girt town The mellow light of sunset shone! Each small, bright lake, whose wat… Mirror the forest and the hill, Reflected from its waveless breast
Light, warmth, and sprouting green… Blue, stainless, steel-bright ethe… Tranquillity upon the deep-hushed… The freshening meadows, and the hi… Voice of the west-wind from the hi…
'T is the noon of the spring-time,… In the wind-shaken elm or the mapl… For green meadow-grasses wide leve… And blowing of drifts where the cr… Where wind-flower and violet, ambe…
HEAP HIGH the farmer’s wintr… Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! Let other lands, exulting, glean
‘O for a knight like Bayard, Without reproach or fear; My light glove on his casque of st… My love-knot on his spear! ’O for the white plume floating
Over the threshold of his pleasant… Set in green clearings passed the… In simple trust, misdoubting not t… ‘Dear heart of mine!’ he said, ‘th… To trust the Lord for shelter.’ O…
TOKEN Of friendship true and tr… From one whose fiery heart of yout… With mine has beaten, side by side… For Liberty and Truth; With honest pride the gift I take…
O HOLY FATHER! just and true Are all Thy works and words and w… And unto Thee alone are due Thanksgiving and eternal praise! As children of Thy gracious care,
He comes,– he comes,– the Frost S… You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted… And the brown hill’s withered brow… He has smitten the leaves of the g…
Up from the meadows rich with corn… Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick… Green-walled by the hills of Mary… Round about them orchards sweep,