When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom, And life can show no joy for me; And I behold a yawning tomb, Where bowers and palaces sh...

In all we do, and hear, and see, Is restless Toil and Vanity. While yet the rolling earth abides, Men come and go like ocean tid...

Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard; And oft, in childhood's years, I've read them o'er and o'er again, With f...

I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my weary soul opprest; And before my ...

I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With angel choirs I join my voice To bless the sinner's woe...

Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in every ...

Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders round With wi...

Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in thy woes forget mine own....

I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the trees, Which stand so...

Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings Than if they flowed from...

Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; Then whence th...

'Tis strange to think there WAS a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the heart, And frequen...

Music I love--but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse this pensive heart ...

Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, ...

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roari...

O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee; If with no...

How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. Th...

What though the Sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed Moon arose on high, And shone serenely there. I wat...

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe; My life is ve...

You may rejoice to think YOURSELVES secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine-- That grace unsought, which made your black h...