Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Now autumn strews on every plain,
His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
And laughing plenty, crown'd with sheaves,
With purple grapes, and spreading leaves

OH
blest art thou, whose steps may
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,

Too long have Tyranny and Power combined,
To sway, with iron sceptre, o'er mankind;
Long has Oppression worn th' imperial robe,
And Rapine's sword has wasted half the globe

A
IL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung
—"Ianthis

Clad in all their brightest green,
This day verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day

Du Heilige
rufe dein Kind zur
ch habe genossen das irdische Gl
ch habe gelebt und geliebet

The bark that held a prince went down, The sweeping waves roll'd on;
And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son
He lived—for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain;—Why comes not death to those who mourn

They float before my soul, the fair designs Which I would body forth to life and power,
Like clouds that with their wavering hues and lines Portray majestic building—dome and tower,
Bright spire, that through the rainbow and the shower P...

Whither, oh
whither wilt thou wing thy way
What solemn region first upon thy sight Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight
What hosts, magnificent in dread array,

OH thou
the musing, wakeful pow'r,
That lov'st the silent, midnight hour,
Thy lonely vigils then to keep,

LM on the bosom of thy God,  Fair spirit, rest thee now
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,  His seal was on thy brow
Dust, to its narrow house beneath
Soul, to its place on high

Dark lowers our fate,
And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
But nothing, till that latest
Which severs thee from nature, shall