Ann Plato

Sleep on, dearest, take thy rest,
Address thy dreamless bed,
Thou art surely now more blest,
Then any worldly head.Thou wast simple in thy day,…

Ah, children dear, the hour draws near,
The sentence speeds--to part, to part;
Come try and treasure in each heart,
Instructions of superior worth,…

Young persons, it is true, admire
The heart that burns with ardent fire--
Where comes no sob or sigh,
They bear the summer's heat in measure,…

Teach me, O! Lord, the secret errors of my way,
Teach me the paths wherein I go astray,
Learn me the way to teach the word of love,
For that's the pure intelligence above.…

How pleasantly my home does stand,
The scenery round is all but grand,
The noise is lull'd by rippling stream,
There all the rays of sun-shine gleam.Thence at the foot of some lone tree,…

Deep in this grave her bones remain,
She's sleeping on, bereft of pain,
Her tongue in silence now does sleep,
And she no more time's call can greet.She liv'd as all God's saints should do,…

Tell me a story, father please,
And then I sat upon his knees.
Then answer’d he,—“what speech make known,
Or tell the words of native tone,…

Day after day I sit and write,
And thus the moments spend--
The thought that occupies my mind,--
Compose to please my friend.And then I think I will compose,…