Poems by S. Moore

I often wander back in thought,
To childhood's happy days,
Reviewing each familiar spot--
Sc...

'Twixt Ursa Major and the Polar Star
The Comet shines so luminous and bright,
And throws afar ...

With joy we hail the happy morn,
When God was robed in man,
When Christ in Bethlehem was born...

Hail! Happy season of the year,
With sweetest pleasures fraught,
With social joys and earthly...

Summer's lovely meadows green,
Sylvan shades and fairy bowers,
Dewy dawns and eves serene,
...

The flowers are fading, the trees getting bare,
And thin frosty vapours are chilling the air, ...

When gentle Spring returns again,
And beauty decks the verdant plain,
Dear Annie's feet no mo...

The Aurora Borealis or northern light
With its scintillations so strangely bright,
Shifting an...

The verdant foliage of the trees
Will soon be scattered in the breeze,
Or huddled in some shel...

Pretty little firefly
Luminous and bright,
Wonder filled my head when I
Saw thee first, by n...

Thanks to the Author of all good
For every gift bestowed,
The fruits of earth, our needful fo...

I love to think of the dear old home--
For my thoughts keep lingering there--
And to think of t...

'Tis hard to find an honest man,
Sincere in every part,
And who, could you his motives scan,...

I hardly think I ever can
Find out an upright, honest man,
Who is in all his dealings just
A...

The noble horse, but, oh! How oft the poor
Ill-treated brute, starv'd, whipp'd and overworke...