Labor is rest from
Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill Frances Sargent Osgood
Frances Sargent Osgood
With strength to meet
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure Frances Sargent Osgood
Labor is rest–from the
Labor is rest–from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill. Work–and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work–thou shalt ride over Care’s coming billow; Lie not down wearied ‘neath Woe’s weeping willow! … Read more
And yet we check
And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and the world. Frances Sargent Osgood
Call me names, dearest!
Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne’er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,– Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! Frances Sargent … Read more
He whom nature thus
He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy’s favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild. Frances Sargent Osgood
An exile, ill in
An exile, ill in heart and frame,– A wanderer, weary of the way;– A stranger, without love’s sweet claim On any heart, go where I may! Frances Sargent Osgood
Did you ever hear Of
Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They’re a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy’s face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves. Frances Sargent Osgood
Labor! all labor is
Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. Frances Sargent Osgood
To hallow\’d duty Here with
To hallow’d duty Here with a loyal and heroic heart, Bind we our lives. Frances Sargent Osgood