Table of Contents:
"Lines on the Death of J. Quincy Adams"
"New Year's Hymn"
"The Arch Apostate"
"Yes! strike again that sounding string"
"Prayer of the Oppressed"
"Ode for the Fourth of July"
"Ode to Music"
"Stanzas for the First of August"
"The North Star"
(text of all poems)
IN the bright dreams of early youth,
I strung my lyre, and waked a strain,
In praise of friendship, love and truth,
Without a thought of care or pain;
But soon, in answer to my strain,
A voice came pealing from above;
Sounding o’er valley, hill and plain ---
Where’s he that knows the power of love?
The brainless youth in lady’s bower,
Who, sighing, chants some amorous lay,
Or twines a wreath, or plucks a flower,
A tribute of his love to pay
Or, mid the crowd, the gallant gay,
With witty jest, and jibe, and jeer,
Spending in revelry and play
The few bright hours allowed him here,
Thinks that he knows what ‘t is to love ---
And he who ever feels its power,
With love to all, both friend and foe;
For God commandeth all to love,
And those who would his glories know,
Must learn this truth, that God is love.