Flowers, by Albert Laighton
They are autographs of angels, penned
In Nature's green-leaved book, in blended tints,
Borro...
They are autographs of angels, penned
In Nature's green-leaved book, in blended tints,
Borro...
Found dead! Dead and alone!
There was nobody near, nobody near
When the Outcast died on his pi...
Ye fadeless flowers that gem the fields of Space,
Unseen by mortal eyes what time the Day
Bath...
I walked alone in depths of Autumn woods;
The ruthless winds had left the maple bare;
The fer...
Restless phantoms haunt my brain!
Come and ease my nameless pain,
Sleep--sweet sleep.
I would...
All human love is a faint type of God's;
An echoing note from a harmonious whole;
A feeble sp...
Children of the pathless wood,
Dwelling in deep solitude,
Born of earth and blessed of heaven...
O, thou ever restless sea,
"God's half-uttered mystery, "
Where are all the ships that sailed...
Like an azure vein from the heart of the main,
Pulsing with joy forever,
By verdurous Isles, ...
I saw a wonderful light--
Watching the midnight sky--
Leap suddenly into the voiceless dark,
...
Though the sexton, grim and old,
Turns the mould,
Damp and cold,
In the churchyard, for t...
What though they boast of fairer lands,
Give me New England's hallowed soil,
The fearless hea...
Far out upon the lonely wold
There stands an oak tree sere and old; The sunshine and th...