Theodore Tilton

  • I won a noble fame;
      But, with a sudden frown,
      The people snatched my crown,
      And, in the mire, trod down
    My lofty name.

    I bore a bounteous purse;
      And beggars by the way
      Then blessed me, day by day;
      But I, grown poor as...

  • I see the star-lights quiver,
    Like jewels in the river;
    The bank is hid with sedge;
    What if I slip the edge?
            I thought I knew the way
            By night as well as day:
      But how a lover goes astray!

    The place is somewhat lonely—...

  • O far-off darling in the South,
      Where grapes are loading down the vine,
    And songs are in the throstle’s mouth,
      While love’s complaints are here in mine,
    Turn from the blue Tyrrhenian Sea!
    Come back to me! Come back to me!

    Here all the...

  • Thou who ordainest, for the land’s salvation,
    Famine, and fire, and sword, and lamentation,
    Now unto Thee we lift our supplication,—
            O, save the Nation!

    By the great sign foretold of Thy appearing,
    Coming in clouds, while mortal men stand fearing...