Poems by Harriet Beecher Stowe
The Other World
... So thin, so soft, so sweet, they glide, ...
The Mystery Of Life
... yet we gaze, And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining ...
"The Old Psalm Tune"
... But yet, dear friend, though rudely sung, ...
Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]
... And Psyches lamp shall darkling be, ...
"Knocking"
... Bid Him go. Wherefore, with that knocking dreary ...
Arrival In The Land Of Freedom
... As the boat that brought them o'er the lake, ...
"Lines. . ."
... Where stood our tree, our flower, there is a grave! ...
Consolation
... The muffled drum, the death march, shakes the soul! ...
"Mary At The Cross"
... Blest through those thirty years, when in thy dwelling ...
"Only A Year"
... The grave grows green, the flowers bloom fair, ...
Eliza Crossing The River
... Great blocks of the floating ice were there, ...
Midnight
... No tears. Daylight and leaves and flowers, ...
The Miserere
... Their sun, their life, their love, hangs darkly there, ...
The Crocus
... " he said, "To leave them, all the winter long, ...
