On the Love of God (Caroline Fry Poems)
There was a slave, who, born to days unbless'd,Drew from his parent blood the hard decreeOf ceaseless and unwilling servitude.His ...
Caroline Fry Poems on Sadness (25 Poems)
Patience (Caroline Fry Poems)
Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world,Was that high spirit of unbending pride,That dar'd to err, but was asham'd to ...
In Answer To A Remark (Caroline Fry Poems)
I KNEW a stream,'twas yonder, where, Now bleak and bare,There was a covert once of ...
On Hearing It Said There Is No Satisfactory Happiness On Earth (Caroline Fry Poems)
NAY, Sister, nay,but say not so,For o'er my memory even nowThere comes, as if it were a dream,A train indeed ...
Easter Thoughts (Caroline Fry Poems)
IS'T joy to me that Jesus lives? That he,Whom mortals buried, burst the riven tomb,And came again to prove that ...
Written On Hearing it Said, We Ought Not to Pray for Our Saviour’s Second Coming Upon Earth (Caroline Fry Poems)
And is it so? Look at creation round!See you how fair, how beautiful it is,How form'd to bless, how exquisite ...
The Wild Flower (Caroline Fry Poems)
WHO heeds thee, poor flower? No fragrance is thine, No sunbeam has dress'd thee with hues of delight,Thou hast ...
Written in Time of Sickness, On Hearing it Asked If I Was Resigned to Die (Caroline Fry Poems)
Resign'd! —I am resign'd, if Heaven so will,To tread awhile the subterranean pathThat leads me to my Father and my ...
On Being Asked the Necessity of Prayer (Caroline Fry Poems)
You ask me why I bend the kneeIn attitude of prayer,If I believe myself ordain'dEternal glory's heir?List, and I'll tell ...
The Twin Roses (Caroline Fry Poems)
TWINS of one morning, on a single stem, Two Roses side by side were growing,On each alike there hung ...
To A Friend Who Expressed A Fear That The Bible Was A Sealed Book To Her (Caroline Fry Poems)
SEAL'D is it? Where then did you learn the sighThat speaks a knowledge which your lips deny?If its rich treasures ...
On Seeing Some Butterflies In A Clover Field On The Sabbath (Caroline Fry Poems)
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
To a Bird Singing In The Church (Caroline Fry Poems)
THOU pretty Bird, it is not here That thou art used to sing;Thou art not wont, on perch like ...
The Setting Sun (Caroline Fry Poems)
That sun which is yonder so brightly declining,That you look at with careless delight,Full many a lesson of wisdom might ...
Written Under a Sketch of Oare Church (Caroline Fry Poems)
Where, amid tumultuous waters,Sickening with a hope repress'd,Far from all his soul desires,Loves the sailor's eye to rest?Is it not ...
Sent To A Friend With A Wild Flower, Called “The Simpler’s Joy” (Caroline Fry Poems)
WHERE hast thou been, thou pretty Flower, That ne'er before I found thee?For whom has nature deck'd thee thus, ...
Faith (Caroline Fry Poems)
Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child,Serenely resting on its mother's arm,Reposing every care upon her God,Sleeps on his bosom, and ...
The Night-Blowing Cerus (Caroline Fry Poems)
'TIS surely strange, thou lovely flower,That thou should'st choose so dark an hour To put thy beauties forth,Why not ...
To the Fritillary on a Sabbath Morn (Caroline Fry Poems)
On thy bed of clover playing,Pretty insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning; 'Tis to thee no Sabbath-day.Giddy ...
Night (Caroline Fry Poems)
STILL as I watch'd the evening close,In azure blue the pale moon rose;No sullen mist obscur'd her ray,Nor e'en a ...
Nature (Caroline Fry Poems)
Still as I watch'd the evening close,In azure blue the pale moon rose;No sullen mist obscur'd her ray,Nor e'en a ...
Moonlight (Caroline Fry Poems)
ACROSS a trackless sea, I saw the vessel glide,The pale moon's tranquil beam Was playing on the tide:But ...
To a Friend Who Complained that She Had Not a Home (Caroline Fry Poems)
Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,As o'er the lengthen'd way she sped;And often she cast a wishful eyeOn the ...
The Blossom (Caroline Fry Poems)
Said Anna to Jane, as they loiter'd one day,In the year's early spring, b the garden-hedge side,—"Those bright, clustering flowers ...
The Anchor (Caroline Fry Poems)
A MARINER at eventide Pushed his light boat from the land,I saw him pass the boiling surge And ...