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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 CANARY.

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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MY CANARY.

Little bird with tuneful throat,
Happy heart and silvery note—
Dainty beak and feathers yellow,
Thou art such a charming fellow.

Always merry, full of glee,
Seeming happy as can be—
All the house with music thrilling,
And my heart with pleasure filling.

Could I sing I'd vie with thee:
In sweet strains of melody
We would raise our voices high
To praise our Maker in the sky.