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THE BUILDERS.
All are architects of Fate,
THE DARKEST HOUR.
Despair not, Poet, whose warm soul aspires,
BESSY AND HER SPINNIN' WHEEL.
Oh, leeze me on my spinnin' wheel,
ENJOY, BUT NOT ABUSE!
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WATCH!
Trust not, man! earth's flowers—but keep,
THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS.
You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
THE CHOICE.
If Heaven the grateful liberty would give,
MORN, NOON, AND EVE.
In the morning of life, like the morning of day,
ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW.
Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
Ye toil'd ones who sigh for the down and the roses,
LOOK UP!
"Look up!” cried the seaman, with nerves like steel,
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.
High hopes that burn'd like Stars sublime,
LIFE.
I made a posie, while the day ran by,
HYMN TO CONTENT.
O thou, the nymph with placid eye!
SONNET.-TO HOPE.
Where silent woods their dreary shade extend,
THE PRESENT.
Do not crouch to-day, and worship,
THE FISHERMAN'S SONG.
Away-away o'er the feathery crest,
THE RAINY DAY.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary,
HONEST LABOUR BEARS A LOVELY FACE.
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.
We have faith in old proverbs full surely,
TIMES GO BY TURNS.
The lopped tree in time may grow again,
DISCONTENT.
The mariner whose little bark is toss'd, .
HAPPINESS IN MODERATION.
Happy the man whose wishes never roam,
WHAT IS LIFE?
What is the existence of man's life,
TIME THE COMFORTER.
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay,
GRATITUDE AND HUMBLE CONTENT.
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell,
THE COMMON LOT.
Mourn not thy daughter fading!
SWEET IS THE PEASANT'S SLEEP!
Sweet is the peasant's sleep!
"BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN."
Oh, deem not they are blest alone,
WORK, HOPE, AND TRUST!
Work, work, my boy, be not afraid,
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THE RIVER.
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Infant of the weeping hills,
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LIFE'S MUTATIONS.
As waves the grass upon the fields to-day,
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The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er,
ON THE PICTURE OF A "CHILD TIRED AT PLAY."
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
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Oh! say not life is ever drear,
IMPROVEMENT OF TIME.
He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire,
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THE GOOD OLD PLOUGH.
Let them sing who may of the battle fray,
DAILY BREAD.
O King of earth, and air, and sea!
NEVER YIELD!
Forward press, though trials thicken,
ALL THINGS PREACH OF DEATH.
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All things around us preach of Death! yet Mirth,
THE TWILIGHT OF THE HEART.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
HUMAN LIFE.
The lark has sung his carol in the sky,
THINKER AND DOER.
One sits at home, with pale impassive brow,
THE WORLD'S UNCERTAINTY.
The day was dark and stormy; but the night,
LIFE'S SUNSET.
Storm had been on the hills. The day had worn,
TO-MORROW!
To-morrow! Mortal, boast not thou,
THE BRIDGE.
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
WHEEL SONG.
Just as we spin, of old 'tis said,
CLEAR THE WAY.
Men of thought! be up, and stirring,
AND WHAT'S A LIFE?
And what's a life?—a weary pilgrimage,
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"WHY STAND YE HERE ALL THE DAY IDLE?"
The God of Glory walks His round,
HOPE AND TRUST.
Oh! sigh not-weep not, if some day,
THE PLOUGHMAN.
Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam!
THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN.
All the world's a stage,
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NEVER RAIL AT THE WORLD.
Never rail at the world—it is just as we make it,
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Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering,
HOPE.
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow,
CONTENTMENT.
In vain do men,
THE OLD MAN'S FUNERAL.
I saw an aged man upon his bier,
HABICH AND HATTICH.
There are two little songsters, well known in the land,
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TO COME.
What is to come when we have lived to-morrow?
THE WEAVER'S SONG.
Weave, brothers, weave !-Swiftly throw,
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HAPPY LOW-LIE-DOWN.
How many of my poorest subjects,
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TALK WITH TIME AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.
Time, old Time, with the forelock gray,
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NEVER DESPAIR.
The wisest of us all, when woe,
COMMON TO ALL.
The sunshine is a glorious thing,
THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE.
Thrice, oh, thrice happy shepherd's life and state,