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Three hours ; or, the vigil of love : and other poems

Hale, Sarah Josepha Buell (1788-1879)

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[PART I.]
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THREE HOURS; OR, THE VIGIL OF LOVE.
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PART II. POEMS.
  
IRON.
  
PRIZE POEM.
  
THE CHASE OF PLEASURE.
  
STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF L. E. L.
  
THE EMPIRE OF WOMAN.
  
THE ROSE
  
THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER.
  
A THOUGHT IN WINTER.
  
THE DEAD OAK.
  
THE WATCHER.
  
THE LIGHT OF HOME.
  
NOTHING NEW.
  
STANZAS.
  
I SING TO HIM.
  
AN EVENING REVERIE.
  
THE HISTORY OF THE PLANETS.
  
THE HEART'S FOUNT OF STRENGTH.
  
THE STORM.
  
THE RECORD TREE.
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PART III.
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ALICE RAY.
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CANTO I. ALICE AT HOME.
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CANTO II. THE TEMPTATION.
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CANTO III. THE HAUNTED DELL.
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CANTO IV. THE RETRIBUTION.
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[PART IV.] THE MISSISSIPPI, AND OTHER POEMS.
  
THE MISSISSIPPI.
  
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS
  
THE FIRST SWALLOW.
  
THE TWO MAIDENS.
  
TO THE COMET.
  
BONDS.
  
MY OWN THOUGHTS.
  
IS CHINA OUR NEIGHBOR?
  
THE STRANGER.
  
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY.
  
THE POWER OF MUSIC.
  
THE PILGRIM OF THE WORLD.

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A THOUGHT IN WINTER.

Look forth!—'t is Winter's sullen sky,
Dark, stormy clouds are sweeping by,
And through the leafless branches high
The tempest howls a dirge of death!
Why whispers Hope, amid the scene,
Of glowing suns, and skies serene,
And waters bright and woodlands green,
And gales as soft as music's breath?
Look forth!—the heaving hills of snow,
Rent by the winds, whirl to and fro,
And downward, like an ocean flow,
And bury garden, vale and grove!
Why dream that Spring, with bird-like song,
Will lead the flower-crowned Hours along,
And tread those frozen wastes among,
In beauty, melody, and love?
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O! there 's a blesséd sign, a word,
A feeling in the soul's soul stirred,—
In the wild tempest's war 't is heard,—
It shines through midnight's starless gloom;
It tells us God is good—and we
Believe like children, trustingly,
And leaning on the promise, see
Through Winter's storm the radiant Summer bloom.
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