George Washington Doane

  • Robin Redbreast

    Sweet robin, I have heard them say
    That thou wert there upon the day
    The Christ was crowned in cruel scorn
    And bore away one bleeding thorn,—
    That so the blush upon thy breast,
    In shameful sorrow, was impressed;
    And thence thy genial sympathy...

  • Evening

    Softly now the light of day
    Fades upon my sight away;
    Free from care, from labor free,
    Lord, I would commune with Thee:

    Thou, whose all-pervading eye,
      Naught escapes, without, within,
    Pardon each infirmity,
      Open fault and secret sin...