"Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well."

"The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well."

"Weep not for those Who sink within the arms of death Ere yet the chilling wintry breath Of sorrow o'er them blows; Bu…"

"Sorrow treads heavily, and leaves behind A deep impression e’en when she departs; While joy trips by, with steps ligh…"

"The gathered rose, and the stolen heart, Can charm but for a day."

"Like lamps in Eastern sepulchres, Amid my heart’s deep gloom, Affection sheds its holiest light Upon my husband’s tom…"

"The charm of eloquence, — the skill To wake each secret string, And from the bosom's chords at will Life's mournful m…"

"Oh never yet did Peace her chaplet twine, To lay upon base Mammon’s sordid shrine, Where Earth’s most precious things…"

"Peace, sweet Peace, is always found In her eternal home on holy ground."

"When the glad sun, exulting in his might, Comes from the dusky-curtain'd tents of night."