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The Child
On the Death of Ellen A. B----
The Order of Nature
The Seasons
Dedication of an Album
To Mrs. S. on the Death of her infant
To Mrs. S. on the Death of her Son
The first and last Voyage of the Atlantic
The Fatal Feast
To the Maiden
To Mrs. B. on the Death of her Son
O Come Back, my Brother
The Twins
On the Frailty of Earthly Things
To a Friend
The Mother and her Child
A Mother's Prayer
Lines in an Album
On the Death of a Mother
The Music of Earth
On the Death of Mrs. C.P. Baldwin
Lines written in a Sick Room, April 15th, 1855
Lines written in a Sick Room, July 20th, 1855
To a Friend
The Mother's Watch
Why should I Smile *
The Youth's Return *
To A---- *
The Beauties of Nature *
On the Death of Willie T. White *
The Human Heart *
On the Death of a Friend *
To a Friend *
Happiness *
A Picture of Human Life
Flowers *
The Old Castle *
The Myrtle *
Death
The Home of Childhood *
The Happy Land *
Devotion *
To a Friend *
Lines written upon the Death of Two Sisters
To I----
Lines for a Friend upon the 20th Anniversary of her
Birthday
Human Thought
Lines written upon the Departure of a Brother
Lines on the Death of a Friend
The Power of Custom
Annie Howard
We all do Perish like the Leaf
Life Compared to the Seasons
Writing Composition
Lines written in Answer to the Question "Where is
our Poet?"
My Husband's Grave
Lines written upon the Young who have recently died
in our Village
Conscience
Lines written in an Album
Lines from the pen of my Husband, who is Deceased
Hope
Visit to Mount Auburn
Lines from Mary to her Father in California, with her
Daguerreotype
A Reminiscence
Letter of Resignation from Mrs. Hanna to the Maternal
Association
Improvement of Time
Lines written on the Death of Frank
The Pleasures of Memory
The Song of the Weary One
Lines inscribed to a Brother
Changes
Lines to Mrs. S---- on the Death of an Infant
The Spirits of the Dead
To Mrs. J.C. Bucklin, by her Father
The Widow's Home
To the Reader
WITHERED LEAVES.
Shadows of the Past
Sister, the solemn midnight hour
Is meet, to weave the web of thought,
To trace the shadowy imagery,
From fancy's secret chambers brought.
To enter Memory's hidden cell,
And bid the sentinel appear;
Her strange, mysterious tales to tell,
And wipe the dust from by-gone years.
To wander back down time's dark stream,
And from its margin pluck the flowers,
To twine them with the moon's pale beams,
Then fling them over Memory's bow'rs.
To gather all the fragments up,
The phantoms chase of other years;
Their blighted joys, their withered hopes,
Their clouds, their sunshine, and their tears.
We'll wander forth while others sleep,
Fanned gently by the night wind's sigh
And thus our midnight vigils keep,
While night's fair lamps burn bright on high.
We'll wander in the realms of thought,
That boundless space, who may define?
From which more dazzling gems are brought
Than sparkle in Golconda's mine.
Then, sister, let us linger not,
The conscious moon her lamp holds high,
And with her smiling, placid face,
Beams from the chambers of the sky.
Touched by fancy's magic spell,
We'll conjure up the things of yore;
From their cold chambers bring the dead,
And friends of former years restore.
But oh, the shadows will not stay,--
The dreamy shadows of the past;
Before the sun they'll fade away--
Their mystic visions cannot last.
Then let us leave the world of dreams
Where shapes and shadows melt away;
Bathe in salvation's cooling streams,
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