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From Sunset Ridge

poems old and new

Howe, Julia Ward (1819-1910)

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BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

THE BATTLE-EUCHARIST

THE CHARITABLE VISITOR

THE LAMB WITHOUT THE FOLD

THE SMOOTH PORTRAIT

THE ROUGH SKETCH

BEHIND THE VEIL

THE UNWELCOME MESSAGE

AMANDA'S INVENTORY

THE PRICE OF THE DIVINA COMMEDIA

THE GOOD GUALDERALDA

A VISION OF PALM SUNDAY

“SERVANT TO A WOODEN CRADLE”

A WINTER THOUGHT

SPRING-BLOSSOMS

HAMLET AT THE BOSTON

THE HOUSE OF REST

A LEAF FROM THE BRYANT CHAPLET

“SAVE THE OLD SOUTH!”

A SPRING THOUGHT

IN COLOGNE CATHEDRAL

THE BROWN SHEAVES OF THE BELGIAN HARVEST

MICHAEL ANGELO'S TWILIGHT

DEDICATORY POEM FOR THE KINDERGARTEN FOR THE BLIND

THE LAST SUNDAY OF OCTOBER

GOLDEN WEDDINGS

SELF-COMMUNINGS

RUBIES IN THE WATCH

THE GIFTS OF THE WISE

ON THE DEATH OF A GRANDCHILD

AFTER HEARING COQUELIN

A THOUGHT FOR WASHING DAY

OVER THE KNEADING-TROUGH

FROM THE WINDOW

ON HEARING ONE COMPLAIN

A SHADOW IN THE CHRISTMAS LIGHT

HENRY WARD BEECHER

WHAT I SAW FROM MY WINDOW

IN THE GREAT JUNE HEAT

NIGHT IN THE TROPICS

THE SPIRIT OF THE FLOWERS

CHRISTMAS VOICES

ON THE MUSICAL SERVICE HELD IN COMMEMORATION OF JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

THE CENTENNIAL OF WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT'S BIRTH

A RHYME FOR MEMORIAL DAY

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ON HEARING ONE COMPLAIN

“THERE IS NO ONE TO DIE AND LEAVE US MONEY”

Live, my beloved ones! live, and make us rich
With Life's sweet treasures of humanity.
Feed not the cruel agony and itch
Of souls distrained to Luxury's sharp pitch,
But let us earn our modest joys, and be
Richer in service than its moneyed fee.