Poems by Eliza O. Peirson

Light on the distant hills!
While we in shadow rest,
A light that gleams through broken clouds...

The garden mourns for beauty lost
Through all its walks and ways,
And winds in passing hold la...

Ermine robes of the winter's weaving
Jeweled and gilt by the shining sun;
Autumn leaves in the...

We bent today o'er a coffined form,
And our tears fell softly down;
We looked our last on the...

It is told in Swedish story,
'Mong the legends quaint and old,
How a priest and monk were pas...