William Edward Hartpole Lecky

  • The Sower and his Seed

    He planted an oak in his father’s park
      And a thought in the minds of men,
    And he bade farewell to his native shore,
      Which he never will see again.
    Oh merrily stream the tourist throng
      To the glow of the Southern sky;
    A vision of pleasure...

  • Undeveloped Lives

    Not every thought can find its words,
      Not all within is known;
    For minds and hearts have many chords
      That never yield their tone.

    Tastes, instincts, feelings, passions, powers,
      Sleep there, unfelt, unseen;
    And other lives lie hid in ours—...