Poems by S. Moore

When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So hot and so exceedingly bright,
Then let me hide i...

When dreary winter takes his welcome flight,
And day extends his conquests on the night,
And ...

Hail! Queen of beauty, vernal spring,
We joy to feel thee near;
While twice ten thousand war...

The Soul! What is it? Can a mortal tell,
And by philosophy the cause expound,
How we become p...

When wearied and worried, fatigued and opprest,
How welcome and soothing and cheering is rest-...

How grand to see the white maned billows roll,
And waste their fury on the rocky shore,
Or li...

Old Santa Claus is now on his way
Laden with presents for Christmas day;
Then down the chimney...

What is Samson's boasted strength
Before Delilah's art!
He must yield to her at length
And tel...

Hail! Holy, hope-inspiring day,
God's portion of the Seven,
And oldest landmark in the way
...

Grey streaks of dawn had shot athwart the gloom,
While stalwart soldiers watched around the tom...

In olden times respect was shown to age
And youth revered the hoary-headed sage
But times have ...

The scenery around Quebec
Is beautifully fair,
Nor have I ever yet beheld
A richer any where....

Every want my spirit feels,
Every sorrow, every care,
Only strengthens my appeals,
Sweeten...

Peace is a ray of heavenly light--
A calm serenity of thought--
A cloudless day without a night...

When trials come, for come they will,
Be patient if you can,
Avoid them if you have the skil...