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Morning Glories :

Second Edition :

Heard, Josephine Delphine Henderson

Dedication

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PREFACE.

HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE Life of the Author.

INTRODUCTION.

PART FIRST. POEMS, Sentimental and Sacred, Couplets, Etc.

RETROSPECT.

TO WHITTIER.

WELCOME TO HON. FREDERICK DOUGLASS.

THE PARTING KISS.

THE QUESTION.

FAREWELL TO ALLEN UNIVERSITY.

SUNSHINE AFTER CLOUD.

SLUMBERING PASSION.

THE ADVANCE OF EDUCATION.

MOTHER.

THE OUTCAST.

THE EARTHQUAKE OF 1886.

TO YOUTH.

ON “GENESSARET.”

HE COMES NOT TO-NIGHT.

WELCOME HOME.

SABBATH BELLS.

THE DAY AFTER CONFERENCE.

THE QUARREL.

THOU LOVEST ME.

GENERAL ROBERT SMALLS.

ADMIRATION.

MY HUSBAND'S BIRTHDAY.

DECORATION DAY.

WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?

ETERNITY.

THE QUARTO CENTENNIAL OF THE BIRTH OF BISHOP RICHARD ALLEN.

MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.

WHERE DO SCHOOL DAYS END?

WHOSO GIVES FREELY SHALL FREELY RECEIVE.

RT. REV. RICHARD ALLEN.

HE HATH NEED OF REST!

REV. ANDREW BROWN, OVER THE HILL TO REST.

BISHOP JAMES A. SHORTER.

A MESSAGE TO A LOVED ONE DEAD.

BEREFT.

RESTING.

IN MEMORY OF JAMES M. RATHEL.

THE NATIONAL CEMETERY, BEAUFORT, SOUTH CAROLINA.

SOLACE.

AN EPITAPH.

PART SECOND. LATER POEMS,

THE DESERTED WIFE.

“THE WOUNDED HEART.”

THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.

WOULD YOU REGRET?

TRUSTING THEE.

WHERE HAST THOU GLEANED?

MASTER, STILL THE TEMPEST.

RESIGNATION.

LORD I WOULD LOVE THEE.

TEARS.

GONE.

THE BLACK ELM.

TO BISHOP H. TURNER, D. D., LL. D.

GRAYSTONE CREST, LOGAN STATION, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT DAY WILL BE OUR LAST.

TIME'S FLIGHT.

MOVING.

TO MY FRIEND.

THY WILL, O LORD, NOT MINE.

THE SPAN OF LIFE.

WHEN, LOVE, I NEED THEE MOST.

TO BISHOP ALLEN'S MEMORY.

THE WANDERER RECLAIMED.

THE RETURNED LETTERS.

HYPOCRISY.

TO MY FATHER.

IN MEMORIAM OF MOTHER.

CONSOLATION.

WILL E'ER THERE COME A TIME?

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

TO BISHOP TURNER.

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

A DREAM.

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EXTRACTS AND QUOTATIONS.

FORSAKEN

AMBITION.

THE FIRST FLAKES THAT FELL ON MOTHER'S GRAVE.

WHEN WE ARE DEAD.

FADED FLOWERS.

“AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS.”

THE DYING SLAVE'S REQUEST.

IN MEMORY OF THE HON. FREDERICK DOUGLASS, THE SAGE OF ANACOSTIA.

GOOD BYE.

DOING.

THE SLAVE MOTHER'S CRIME.

WHERE ARE THE PRAYERS.

COULD YOU TELL ME A FALSEHOOD?

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GOD IS NEAR THEE.

JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT, SAVE.

HE THAT COMETH TO ME I WILL IN NOWISE CAST OUT.

LEND A HAND.

CHORUS.

TIMES AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

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THY WILL, O LORD, NOT MINE.

I do not like the leaden skies,
Through which no sun doth shine,
Nor the rough way my pathway lies,
But, Lord, Thy will, not mine.

I do not like the forest dark,
Where whistling winds doth blow;
But I will bravely walk therein,
Because God wills it so.

I do not like life's ocean rough,
Its tempests and its gale;
But till God sayest 'tis enough,
My efforts shall not fail.

I do not like the desert sands,
That scorch and weary me;
But on I plod, though faint and weak,
If, Lord, it pleaseth Thee.

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Contented though with failing strength,
To follow day by day;
Assured that I shall rest at length,
If, Lord, Thou lead the way.