The Sisters – A Picture By Barry (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
All things are Thine: no gift have we,Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;And hence with grateful hearts to-day,Thy own ...
VOICE of a people suffering long,The pathos of their mournful song,The sorrow of their night of wrong!Their cry like that ...
But what avail inadequate words to reachThe innermost of Truth? Who shall essay,Blinded and weak, to point and lead the ...
A tender child of summers three,Seeking her little bed at night,Paused on the dark stair timidly."Oh, mother! Take my hand," ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never ...
The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind Has ...
Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the ...
It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
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