The Angel’s Treasure (Janet Hamilton Poems)
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
Thus God hath said: Unblessed is he Who makes an arm of flesh his trust;Whose heart departs from God shall see His ...
The early lost I mourn, Ah, not the early dead;The early lost return, Young hope's fair blossom shed. Gone up like dust.Oh, deeper ...
Pour ye a wail of the wildest E'er wrung from a worn heart and mind!Tears and entreaties the mildest Are blown like ...
A voice deep and solemn is sounding abroad;Oh mothers of Britain! each humble abodeShould echo the burden with which it ...
On the Death of his aged Mother.Mourn not, my Christian friend:—thy late removed,Thy sainted mother, cherished and beloved,In Jesus fell ...
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