Near Rome
THOUGH the hills are cold and snowy,
And the wind drives chill to-day,
My heart goes back to a spring-time,
Far, far in the past away.
And I see a quaint old city,
Weary and worn and brown,
Where the spring and the birds...
It lies around us like a cloud,—
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
Its gentle voices whisper love,
And mingle with our prayers...
“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock.”
—REVELATIONS iii. 20.
KNOCKING, knocking, ever knocking?
Who is there?
’T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before;—
Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder,...
Who Died at Milan, June 6, 1860
“Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him.”
—JOHN xx. 15.
IN the fair gardens of...
One year ago,—a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair,
Too fair to die.
Only a year,—no voice, no smile,
No glance of eye,
No clustering curls of golden hair,
Fair but to die!
One...
