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Morning Glories :

Second Edition :

Heard, Josephine Delphine Henderson

HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE Life of the Author.

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1.

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

WELCOME TO HON. FREDERICK DOUGLASS.

THE PARTING KISS.

FAREWELL TO ALLEN UNIVERSITY.

SUNSHINE AFTER CLOUD.

SLUMBERING PASSION.

THE ADVANCE OF EDUCATION.

THE EARTHQUAKE OF 1886.

ON “GENESSARET.”

HE COMES NOT TO-NIGHT.

THE DAY AFTER CONFERENCE.

THOU LOVEST ME.

GENERAL ROBERT SMALLS.

MY HUSBAND'S BIRTHDAY.

DECORATION DAY.

WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?

THE QUARTO CENTENNIAL OF THE BIRTH OF BISHOP RICHARD ALLEN.

I WILL LOOK UP.

HOPE THOU IN GOD.

TO CLEMENTS' FERRY.

THE BIRTH OF TIME.

TENNYSON'S POEMS.

MY MOCKING BIRD.

A MOTHER'S LOVE.

MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.

WHERE DO SCHOOL DAYS END?

THE BIRTH OF JESUS.

WHEN I WOULD DIE!

UNUTTERED PRAYER.

WHOSO GIVES FREELY SHALL FREELY RECEIVE.

THE CITY BY THE SEA.

OUT IN THE DESERT.

THE BLACK SAMPSON.

“THEY ARE COMING.”

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.

IN MEMORY OF JAMES M. RATHEL.

THE NATIONAL CEMETERY, BEAUFORT, SOUTH CAROLINA.

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2.

PART SECOND. LATER POEMS,

THE DESERTED WIFE.

“THE WOUNDED HEART.”

THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.

WOULD YOU REGRET?

WHERE HAST THOU GLEANED?

THE STRICKEN DEER.

I LOVE THEE YET.

THE LADDER OF LIFE.

MASTER, STILL THE TEMPEST.

LORD I WOULD LOVE THEE.

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

IMPOSSIBILITIES.

TO MRS. BISHOP LEE.

GRAYSTONE CREST, LOGAN STATION, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT DAY WILL BE OUR LAST.

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.

IN MEMORIAM OF MOTHER.

WILL E'ER THERE COME A TIME?

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

TO BISHOP TURNER.

EXTRACTS FROM THE AUTHORS.

EXTRACTS AND QUOTATIONS.

FORSAKEN

THE FIRST FLAKES THAT FELL ON MOTHER'S GRAVE.

WHEN WE ARE DEAD.

“AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS.”

THE DYING SLAVE'S REQUEST.

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

THE SLAVE MOTHER'S CRIME.

WHERE ARE THE PRAYERS.

COULD YOU TELL ME A FALSEHOOD?

GOD IS NEAR THEE.

JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT, SAVE.

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

TIMES AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

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FORSAKEN

I sit in the fading twilight here,
But he comes not my heart to cheer;
And swelling waves of sorrow roll
Across my faint and weary soul.

There's nothing left me now but sighs,
My starved affection's piteous cries
Are answered by a look or tone,
As recent winds from frigid zone.