John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.Collection: Morning
Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.Collection: Inspirational
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,-- 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.Collection: Music
Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.Collection: Glasses
At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North shall come;When the sinner is dismayed,And the just man is afraid,Then Heaven be thy aid,Poor Tom.Collection: Giving Up
Far beneath the tainted foamThat frets above our peaceful home,We dream in joy and wake in loveNor know the rage that yells above.Collection: Dream