Willow Branch To sorrow's own sweet crown, With simple grace, The weeping-willow bends her branches down Just like a mother's arm, To shield f...
Laurel I found it on a mountain slope, The sunlight on its face； It caught from clouds a smile of hope That brightened all the place. They wreathe wit...
White Rose Her grave is not a grave； it is a shrine, Where innocence reposes, Bright over which God's stars must love to shine, And where, when Wi...
Sorrow and the Flowers A garland for a grave！ Fair flowers that bloom, And only bloom to fade as fast away, We twine your leaflets 'round our Clau...
Inevitable What has been will be, 'Tis the under law of life； 'Tis the song of sky and sea, To the key of calm and strife. For guard we as we ...
"To-Morrows" God knows all things —— but we In darkness walk our ways； We wonder what will be, We ask the nights and days. Their...
"To-Days" Brief while they last, Long when they are gone； They catch from the past A light to still live on. Brief！ yet I ween A day may be ...
"Yesterdays" Gone！ and they return no more, But they leave a light in the heart； The murmur of waves that kiss a shore Will never, I know, d...
Wrecked The winds are singing a death-knell Out on the main to-night； The sky droops low —— and many a bark That sailed from harbors brigh...
Listen We borrow, In our sorrow, From the sun of some to-morrow Half the light that gilds to-day； And the splendor Flashes tender O'er hope's ...