The voice that from the glory came To tell how Moses died unseen, And waken Joshua’s spear of flame To victory on the mountains green, Its trumpet tones are sounding sti…

“Wake, arm Divine! awake, Eye of the only Wise! Now for Thy glory’s sake, Saviour and God, arise, And may Thine ear, that sealed se…

Go up and watch the new-born rill Just trickling from its mossy bed, Streaking the heath-clad hill With a bright emerald thread. Canst thou her bold career foretel…

The bright-haired morn is glowing O’er emerald meadows gay, With many a clear gem strewing The early shepherd’s way. Ye gentle elves, by Fancy seen

Oh! Thou who deign’st to sympath… With all our frail and fleshly tie… Maker yet Brother dear, Forgive the too presumptuous thoug… If, calming wayward grief, I soug…

See Lucifer like lightning fall, Dashed from his throne of pride; While, answering Thy victorious c… The Saints his spoils divide; This world of Thine, by him usurp…

“Fill high the bowl, and spice it… The dews oblivious: for the Cros… The Cross is sharp, and He Is tenderer than a lamb. ”He wept by Lazarus’ grave—how wi…

Star of the East, how sweet art T… Seen in life’s early morning sky, Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the bro… While yet we gaze with childish ey… When father, mother, nursing frien…

Of the bright things in earth and… How little can the heart embrace! Soft shades and gleaming lights ar… I know it well, but cannot trace. Mine eye unworthy seems to read

Thou thrice denied, yet thrice bel… Watch by Thine own forgiven frien… In sharpest perils faithful proved… Let his soul love Thee to the end… The prayer is heard—else why so de…

Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly n… To childish ears are vain, That the young mind at random floa… And cannot reach the strain. Dim or unheard, the words may fall…

The historic Muse, from age to ag… Through many a waste heart-sickeni… Hath traced the works of Man: But a celestial call to-day Stays her, like Moses, on her way…

Ye whose hearts are beating high With the pulse of Poesy, Heirs of more than royal race, Fram’d by Heaven’s peculiar grace… God’s own work to do on earth,

O God of Mercy, God of Might, How should pale sinners bear the s… If, as Thy power in surely here, Thine open glory should appear? For now Thy people are allowed

When Nature tries her finest touc… Weaving her vernal wreath, Mark ye, how close she veils her r… Not to be traced by sight or sound… Nor soiled by ruder breath?