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POEMS.
"The waters encompass me!"—ready to sink,
I utter this agonized prayer,
That my bark, tempest-tossed, be not utterly lost
Beneath the dark waves of despair.
I utter this agonized prayer,
That my bark, tempest-tossed, be not utterly lost
Beneath the dark waves of despair.
I read of the saints and the martyrs of old,
Who so valiantly fought the good fight,
And received their reward from the hands of their Lord,
A crown in that land of delight.
Who so valiantly fought the good fight,
And received their reward from the hands of their Lord,
A crown in that land of delight.
And 1 long for the faith that takes hold upon God,
When the swift-surging billows roll by,
That can look up and sing, while I trustfully cling
To the Rock that is higher than I.
When the swift-surging billows roll by,
That can look up and sing, while I trustfully cling
To the Rock that is higher than I.
I long for that tranquil and undisturbed rest,
When doubts and forebodings shall cease,
And when God shall impart to my sorely-tried heart
The sweet consolation of peace.
When doubts and forebodings shall cease,
And when God shall impart to my sorely-tried heart
The sweet consolation of peace.
Ode to Tennyson.
My lord! the laurels thou dost wear
By favor of a queen's command,
Around our brow we would not dare
To twine, nor from the royal hand
Accept emoluments that bear
Thine ancient, honored peerage brand.
By favor of a queen's command,
Around our brow we would not dare
To twine, nor from the royal hand
Accept emoluments that bear
Thine ancient, honored peerage brand.
