DESPONDENCY. I have gone backward in the work； The labour has not sped； Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and dull as lead. How can I rouse my sin...
A PRAYER. My God （oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be）, My trembling soul would fain be Thine； My feeble faith still clings t...
IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY. Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt to-day！ Oh, let its memory stay with me, And never pass away！ I...
LINES WRITTEN FROM HOME. Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground, With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders round Wit...
THE NARROW WAY. Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way, And faint before the truth. It is the only...
DOMESTIC PEACE. Why should such gloomy silence reign, And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor death, nor want, hav...
THE THREE GUIDES Spirit of Earth！ thy hand is chill： I've felt its icy clasp； And, shuddering, I remember still That stony-hearted grasp. Thine ey...
DEAR COUNTRY MINE. BY RICHARD WATSON GILDEDear country mine! far in that viewless west, And ocean-warded, strife thou too hast known; But may thy sun ...
MY COUNTRY. I love my country's vine-clad hills, Her thousand bright and gushing rills, Her sunshine and her storms； Her rough and rugged rocks th...
THE BUGLE SONG. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story： The long light shakes across the lakes, And the...