Life's Sunbeams and Shadows (Volume 1); Poems and Prose, with Appendix Including Biographical and Historical Notes in Prose (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... When night in restful drapery falls She veils not earth with gloom; So death in gloomy tones but calls To glory 'yond the tomb. 0 beauteous star, in realms afar, Beam forth in rays divine: Let shadows fly from heavenly sky, -Eternal glory thine. Tdeooeo, not flDarrieo (R. and B.) THEY loved, how true, with love complete They worshiped at each other's feet; Their love was life; and life was sweet. Mated? Ah yes--in soul and mind; Love in each heart found sacred shrine--The rose and violet sweet entwined. Wedded, these souls? Who fit reply: But rising tear, and murmuring sigh Respond, "Ah yes--beyond the sky." There shall unfading love, sublime, (Not earthly, but all pure, divine) In heavenly realm eternal shine. Pure love of heaven, of holy birth, To angels known, --too good for earth--Not oft illumes the earthly hearth. But when to dust shall dust return, The spirit free from mouldering urn, Then love re-lit for aye shall burn. Ah then, my friend, be love divine, Beyond the fretted shores of time, --Be this the boon of thee and thine. Forbear, O lifted hand of Fate, Ye Powers of ill, of cruel hate; Soon God shall ope the heavenly gate For souls who love, resigned, await. (The following sentiments (not new, but true) are kindly contributed by my old and esteemed, and most worthy friend, Dr. H. D. Cogswell, whose many munificent benefactions and charities well entitle him to " honor " and the "crown.") Hn Ibonest flDan HE generous hearts who aid mankind, Are scarce as gold; are hard to find. V But they shall wear the golden crown, Who give the poor a lift when down. H. D. C. ONOR to him who hath complete, alone, Carved to the grave one pathway all his own, Asks of his soul, if doubtful of the way, Heeding not what man may think or say. H. D. C. I love to do h...