Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow High Poems
- 1. For My Friend Mrs. R
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd find
In which there's both pleasure and profit combined,
And though what I've chosen may pain in review,
Yet still there's strange mingling of pleasure there too.
... - 2. Let Me Die The Death Of The Righteous
By the river Euphrates the prophet abode,
To whom Balak his messengers sent,
Entreating his presence and curses on those
Who on Moab's destruction were bent.
... - 3. To My Niece, Mrs. M.a. Caldwell
When days are dark and spirits low,
And hope desponding stands,
What comfort these few words bestow,
"My times are in thy hands."
... - 4. Winter
His thundering car
Is heard from afar,
And his trumpet notes sound
All the country around;
... - 5. The Evening Of Life
As the shadows of evening around me are falling,
With its dark sombre curtain outspread,
And night's just at hand, chilly night so appalling,
And day's brilliant sunshine hath fled,
... - 6. Rejoinder To The Foregoing Reply
Many, many thanks my friend,
For those sweet verses thou didst send,
So good they were and witty;
And now I will confess to thee,
... - 7. God Is Love
Come blest Spirit from above,
Come and fill my heart with love;
Love to God, and love to man,
Love to do the good I can;
... - 8. To A Friend In The City, From Her Friend In The Country.
By especial request I take up my pen,
To write a few lines to my dear Mrs. N.;
And though nothing of depth she has right to expect;
Yet the will for the deed she will not reject
... - 9. Hymn, Sung At The Ordination Of The Rev. Henry Allen.
We meet to-day as ne'er before,
To greet a pastor of our choice,
Without a single jarring note,
And without one dissenting voice.
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