Poems by Albert Laighton

A single tress of golden hair;
A sacred relic kept with care;
A memory of one so fair, ...

Guest from a holier world,
O, tell me where the peaceful valleys lie?
Dove in the ark of life...

A sunbeam through an open door
Streamed down the death-o'ershadowed aisle,
And lighted all our...

A white haze glimmered on the hills,
The vales were parched and dry,
And glaringly the burnin...

In the West the distant lightning
Fitfully doth come and go,
Like the radiant wings of firefli...

There dwelleth a Phantom within my breast,
That lieth not down with me to rest,
But whether I...

All human love is a faint type of God's;
An echoing note from a harmonious whole;
A feeble sp...

Far out upon the lonely wold
There stands an oak tree sere and old; The sunshine and th...

What though they boast of fairer lands,
Give me New England's hallowed soil,
The fearless hea...

Though the sexton, grim and old,
Turns the mould,
Damp and cold,
In the churchyard, for t...

I saw a wonderful light--
Watching the midnight sky--
Leap suddenly into the voiceless dark,
...

Like an azure vein from the heart of the main,
Pulsing with joy forever,
By verdurous Isles, ...

O, thou ever restless sea,
"God's half-uttered mystery, "
Where are all the ships that sailed...

Children of the pathless wood,
Dwelling in deep solitude,
Born of earth and blessed of heaven...

Come forth, belové d, to the night!
What though no stars are in the skies;
Enough for...