Softly!
she is lying
With her lips apart;
Softly!
She is dying
Of a broken heart.
Whisper!
Life is growing
Dim within her breast;
Whisper!
She is going
To her final rest.
Gently!
She is sleeping,
She has breathed her last!
Gently!
...
The Farmer sat in his easy-chair,
Smoking his pipe of clay,
While his hale old wife, with busy care,
Was clearing the dinner away;
A sweet little girl, with fine blue eyes,
On her grandfather’s knee was catching flies.
The old man laid his hand on her head,
With a tear on his wrinkled face;
He thought how often her mother...
Scene in a Vermont Winter
’T IS a fearful night in the winter time,
As cold as it ever can be;
The roar of the blast is heard like the chimes
Of the waves on an angry sea.
The moon is full; but her silver light
The storm dashes out with its wings to-night;
And over the sky from south to north
Not a star is seen, as the wind...
