"Peace！ Be Still" Sometimes the Saviour sleeps, and it is dark； For, oh！ His eyes are this world's only light, And when they close wild ...
Lake Como Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore, The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore. Cold, white, against the heav...
Spirit Song Thou wert once the purest wave Where the tempests roar； Thou art now a golden wave On the golden shore —— Ever —— ...
A Mystery His face was sad； some shadow must have hung Above his soul； its folds, now falling dark, Now almost bright； but dark or not so dark, Like c...
Sentinel Songs When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong, The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of song. Songs, march！ he g...
After Seeing Pius IX I saw his face to-day； he looks a chief Who fears not human rage, nor human guile； Upon his cheeks the twilight of a grief, But i...
Old Trees Old trees, old trees！ in your mystic gloom There's many a warrior laid, And many a nameless and lonely tomb Is sheltered beneath your sh...
December After SicknessI nearly died, I almost touched the door That swings between forever and no more； I think I heard the awful hinges grate, Hour ...
In Rome At last the dream of youth Stands fair and bright before me, The sunshine of the home of truth Falls tremulously o'er me. And tower, and s...
A Thought There never was a valley without a faded flower, There never was a heaven without some little cloud； The face of day may flash with light in...