WE have not grown old, and we have not Grown cross; But our days have a chill, and our memories a loss; The fireside looks lonely, the table looks bare, Though all sit around with enough and to spare. My father comes home at the fall of the night; His step has grown weary, his…
DetailsIts white walls glisten through the trees, Its windows catch the sunset’s glow, Its rising smoke the traveller sees From the broad river’s bank below. There’s peace around it day and night, And love that makes a summer still; Through all the year keeps warm and bright My father’s house upon the hill. In…
DetailsGrandfather dear where are they gone Those boys that were all at school with you, Wrestling Richard, jumping John, Climbing Harry and hard Hugh; We have heard of their doings many a day’ Grandfather, tell us where are they? ‘’My boy, it is sixty years ago, And all my school mates are dead and…
DetailsOur country house at Christmas time, It was a pleasant sight, The holly hung in every room, The fires ere blazing bright; As on the snow-clad hills around Came down the winter night. My little brother George and I Stood watching at the door, To see our uncle’s carriage come, And greet our cousins…
DetailsMy pretty lamb with snowy fleece’ With low and tender bleat, And feet that o’er the daisies fly So soundless and so fleet. To meet me when I come in sight, Through sunshine or through showers; How merry you and I have been Among the meadow flowers. I never found you cross or tired,…
DetailsWe had seven birthdays in the year; We kept them all wiht merry cheer, For father, mother and sisters three, For brother Alfred, and for me. Some came round with the winter’s snows, Some with midsummer and with rose, Some at the time when the brown leaves fall, But there were games and gifts…
DetailsTo yonder blue and boundless dome, That bend’s o’er river, hill and home, Wherein the sun his circuit makes, Where the mild moon by night awaits, When morning breaks, when evening falls, From whence the mighty thunder calls. Where rainbows rise, where clouds are piled Above man’s reach—Look up my child. That sky was…
DetailsWe did not mint the winters then, Nor care how loud the wind might blow; The snow might fall, and freeze again, The lowering clouds might come and go; Our home was blithe, our hearts were free, Before my brother went to see. But now my mother’s cheek grows white To hear the rising…
DetailsIn the solemn shade of the twilight sky, Which tells of another day gone by, In the hush of thy home, so calm and free, Thou art kneeling, child! at thy mother’s knee. And they that kneel in the proudest fane, Of sculptured pillar, and picture pictured pane, Of breathing censer, and jewelled shrine,…
DetailsAn old man to our hearth had come, One evening in the time of snow, He told us of his childhood home, And of his parents long ago: How much for him they worked and prayed- How long their toils and prayers were done; And then the old man sighing said, ‘’If I had been…
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