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Now Close The Book Now Close The Book

Now Close The Book
NOW close the book. Each page hath done its part, Each thought hath left its impress on the heart. O, may it be that naught hath here been traced That after years may wish to have effaced! O, may it be Humanity hath won Some slight bestowment by the task now done! If struggling Right hath found one cheering word, If Hope hath in desponding heart been stirred, If Sorrow hath from one lone soul been driven... Poems - Post by : DadOKeefe - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 3439

A Text For A Lifetime A Text For A Lifetime

A Text For A Lifetime
ONE word for humanity. One word for those who dwell in want around us. O, ye who know not what it is to hunger, and have naught to meet your desire; ye who never are cold, with naught to warm your chilled blood, forget not those who endure all these things. They are your brethren. They are of the same family as yourself, and have a claim' upon your love, your sympathy, your kindness. Live not for yourselves. The world needs to learn this lesson. Mankind have to learn that only as they bless others are they themselves blest. It was... Short Stories - Post by : EricWPM - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 3127

Spring Spring

Spring
IT is early spring-time. The winter has passed with reluctant step, and even now the traces of its footsteps are discernible on every side. At noon of these bright days the sun looks down smilingly upon the soil it seeks to bless with its cheerful, cheering rays. The tiny grass-blades peep out, and stretch forth their graceful forms, as if to thank the unknown source from which their enjoyments spring. "Unknown," I said. Is it "fancy" that makes my soul withdraw that word, and suggest that it may be that even that blade of grass recognizes the hand that ministers to... Short Stories - Post by : krishnasb - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 3335

The Seasons All Are Beautiful The Seasons All Are Beautiful

The Seasons All Are Beautiful
THE seasons all are beautiful, There is not one that's sad,-- Not one that does not give to thee A thought to make thee glad. I have heard a mournful cadence Fall on my listening ear,-- 'T was some one whispering, mournfully, "The Autumn days are here." But Autumn is not sorrowful,-- O, full... Poems - Post by : imanovice - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 2375

The Disinherited The Disinherited

The Disinherited
MY next door neighbor's name was Jotham Jenks. This was all I knew about him, until the circumstance I am about to tell you occurred. One evening I had seated myself by my fire, and had taken up an evening paper with which to occupy my time, until an acquaintance of mine, who I momentarily expected, should arrive. It was December,--cold, blustering, and by no means an agreeable time to be out of doors, or away from a good fire. Such being the state of affairs, as far as weather was concerned, I began to think I should not see my... Short Stories - Post by : redbud19 - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1202

Not Dead, But Changed Not Dead, But Changed

Not Dead, But Changed
I SAT and mused o'er all the years gone by; Of friends departed, and of others going; And dwelt upon their memories with a sigh, Till floods of tears, their hidden springs o'erflowing, Betrayed my grief. Soon, a bright light above me, Voices saying, "We're near thee yet to love thee," Dispelled my tears. I raised my drooping head, And asked, "Who, who,--the dead?"... Poems - Post by : spartan75 - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1811

Night Night

Night
I'VE watched the sun go down, and evening draw Its twilight mantle o'er the passive earth, And hang its robe of blue, all gemmed with stars, High over all for mortal eyes to gaze at. And now I come to tread this sodded earth, To walk alone in Nature's vaulted hall; Yet, not alone;--I hear the rustling leaf, The cricket's note, the night-bird's early lay; I feel the cool breeze as it fans my brow,... Poems - Post by : jamesfw - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1577

Beauty And Innocence Beauty And Innocence

Beauty And Innocence
(FOR AN ENGRAVING OF COTTAGE GIRL AND LAMB.) O, MAIDEN, standing in the open field, On pasture sparkling with the morning dew! What joy thou findest Nature now to yield To hearts developed right,--hearts that are true! Above is beauty, as along the sky The dawn of light sends forth its herald ray To arch the heavens, and myriad leagues on high... Poems - Post by : kay_20_02 - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 2493

The Wayside Death The Wayside Death

The Wayside Death
Not many years since, an old man, who had for a longtime sat by the wayside depending upon the charity of those who passed by for his daily bread, died a few moments after receiving an ill-mannered reply to his request for alms. Subsequent inquiries proved that he had been a soldier in the American Revolution. WHEN Freedom's call rang o'er the land, To bring its bold defenders nigh, Young Alfred took a foremost stand, Resolved to gain the day or... Poems - Post by : megax - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1442

The Village Mystery The Village Mystery

The Village Mystery
ABOUT fifty miles from a southern city, about five years ago, a most mysterious personage seemed to fall from the clouds into the midst of a circle of young ladies, whose hours and days were thenceforth busily employed in quizzing, guessing, pondering and wondering. He was a tall, graceful-formed gentleman, wearing a professional-looking cloak, and buff pants, tightly strapped over boots of delicate make, polished up to the very highest capabilities of Day and Martin. He had no baggage; which fact led some wise-headed old ladies to report him to be a gentleman of leisure, a literary millionaire, it might be,... Short Stories - Post by : infowaremall - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1685

Reunion Reunion

Reunion
WHEN we muse o'er days departed, Lights that shone but shine no more, Friends of ours who long since started O'er the sea without a shore; Journeying on and journeying ever, Their freed spirits wing their flight, Ceasing in their progress never Towards the fountain-head of light; Oft we wish that they were near us,--... Poems - Post by : elevated - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1373

Little Nelly Little Nelly

Little Nelly
MATILDA was a fashionable girl,--a young lady, perhaps, would be the more respectable name by which to call her. She had been reared in affluence. She had never known a want. She had had wants, but she did not know it. She had wanted many things that make a lady's life indeed a life. But Matilda never dreamt of such things. It was n't fashionable to love the outcast, and therefore she bestowed no pitying look on them. It was n't fashionable to give a few pennies even to a poor, lame orphan girl in the street. So she pretended not... Short Stories - Post by : Trebor - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1578

The Pause And Think The Pause And Think

The Pause And Think
O! HOW many souls are sorrowing In this sunlit world, to-day, Because Wrong, heaven's livery borrowing, Leadeth trusting souls astray; Because men, all thoughtless rushing, Dance along on Error's brink, And, the voice of conscience hushing, Will not for a moment think! 'T is the lack of thought that bringeth Man to where he... Poems - Post by : parkerje - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 3529

The Spirit Of Man The Spirit Of Man

The Spirit Of Man
YE cannot bind the spirit down; It is a thing as free As the albatross-bird that wings Its wild course o'er the sea. Go, bind the lightning, guide the sun, Chain comets, if you can; But seek not with thy puny strength To bind the soul of man. Though all the powers of earth combine,... Poems - Post by : 2goals - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1600

Give, And Stay Their Misery Give, And Stay Their Misery

Give, And Stay Their Misery
WOULD ye who live in palace halls, With servants round to wait, Know aught of him who, craving, falls Before thine outer gate? Come with me when the piercing blast Is whistling wild and free, When muffled forms are hurrying past, And then his portion see. Come with me through the narrow lanes To... Poems - Post by : w3matic - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1110

The Jug Afloat The Jug Afloat

The Jug Afloat
"WHAT I tell thee, captain, is sober truth. If thee wishes to prosper, thee must not allow thy sailors grog, lest, when at sea, they become tipsy, and thy ship, running upon hidden rocks, shall be lost; or else, when at the mast-head, giddiness come upon them, and, falling, thy crew shall number one less." Thus spake a good old Quaker, a native of the city of Penn. Captain Marlin had been for many days and nights considering whether it were best to carry a complement of wine for himself and friends, and grog for his crew. He had that morning... Short Stories - Post by : scooby001 - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1787

Bridal Songs Bridal Songs

Bridal Songs
TO THE WIFE.  LET a smile illume thy face, In thy joyous hours; Look of sympathy be thine, When the darkness lowers. He thou lovest movest where Many trials meet him; Waiting be when he returns, Lovingly to greet him. Though without the world be cold, Be it thy endeavor... Poems - Post by : Christian - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 2585

The Recompense Of Goodness The Recompense Of Goodness

The Recompense Of Goodness
WHEN our hours shall all be numbered, And the time shall come to die, When the tear that long hath slumbered Sparkles in the watcher's eye, Shall we not look back with pleasure To the hour when some lone heart, Of our soul's abundant treasure, From our bounty took a part? When the hand of death is resting... Poems - Post by : hughmo - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 2862

Morning Beauty Morning Beauty

Morning Beauty
BRIGHTLY now on every hill The sun's first rays are beaming, And dew-drops on each blade of grass Are in their beauty gleaming. O'er every hill and every vale The huntsman's horn is sounding, And gayly o'er each brook and fence His noble steed is bounding. There's beauty in the glorious sun When high... Poems - Post by : Shantijoy - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 796

Here's To The Heart That's Ever Bright Here's To The Heart That's Ever Bright

Here's To The Heart That's Ever Bright
HERE'S to a heart that's ever bright, Whatever may betide it, Though fortune may not smile aright, And evil is beside it; That lets the world go smiling on, But, when it leans to sadness, Will cheer the heart of every one With its bright smile of gladness! A fig for those who always sigh... Poems - Post by : fraggle - Date : October 2011 - Author : John S. Adams - Read : 1043