Hymns and Odes for Temperance Occasions XIV: The Drunkard’s Funeral (John Pierpont Poems)
There was, some eighteen years or more ago,A young man, a parishioner of mine,Whose name was Willard. There are Willards ...
There was, some eighteen years or more ago,A young man, a parishioner of mine,Whose name was Willard. There are Willards ...
They are all gone, but one.—A daughter and a sonWere, from my parents, early taken away;And my own childhood's joyWas ...
I cannot make him dead! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study-chair; Yet, when my eyes, now ...
Was it the chime of a tiny bell,That came so sweet to my dreaming ear,—Like the silvery tones of a ...
I saw her mother's eye of loveAs gently on her rest,As falls the light of evening's sunUpon a lily's breast.And ...
Weary travellers are we,And our word is briefly spoken;We must lean on charity,For our "stay and staff" is broken.We are ...
To the Emerald Isle, where our kindred are dwelling,And where the remains of our forefathers sleep,Our eyes turn to-day, with ...
To E.C.S. to the memory of her sisterDear sister! we were little girlsWhen we were standing by,With eyes brim full ...
How long, O God, how longMust thy pure eyes beholdThis fair world blasted by the wrong,Man does to man for ...
Let others quaff the ruby wine,I'll drink from gushing springs,Nor bow again at folly's shrine,For misery it brings.I'll seek no ...
O, that the Lord would hearOur supplicating cry;In our behalf appear,A Saviour ever nigh;And shine in every woman's heart,That she ...
Speed, speed the temperance ship!Ye winds fill every sail,Behold her on the deep,Outriding every gale,The tempest's fury she out-braves,And hosts ...
I heard a bitter sighBreak from a mother's breast,And knew it was my country's voiceThat thus her sons addrest,—"Ye are ...
From the mountain top and valley,See! the banner streaming high!While the sons of freedom rally,To the widow's lonely cry.Sisters weeping,Bid ...
To Thee, O God, in humble trust,Our hearts their grateful incense burnFor this thy word, "Thou art of dust,And unto ...
How long, O God, how longMust thy pure eyes beholdThis fair world blasted by the wrong,Man does to man for ...
Drink, friends, drink deep—the moon is high;Drink, and forget your care—The sultry summer suns are nigh—Drink, and your strength repair;The ...
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