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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.

I WILL LOOK UP.

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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I WILL LOOK UP.

I will look up to Thee
With faith's ne'er-failing sight,
My trust repose in Thee,
Though dark and chill earth's night.

I will look up to Thee,
Though rough and long the way,
Still sure Thou leadest me
Unto the perfect day.

I will look up to Thee
When lone and faint and weak.
“My grace sufficeth Thee;”
I hear Thy soft voice speak.

I will look up to Thee,
For if Thou, Lord, art near,
Temptations quickly flee,
And clouds soon disappear.

I will look up to Thee
With feeble voice I cry.
Lord, pity helpless me—
Without Thy aid I die.

I will look up to Him
Who died my soul to save;
Who bore my load of sin—
His blood a ransom gave.

I will look up to Thee,
The all-anointed one,
Who opes the gate for me,
To the eternal throne.

I will look up to Thee;
I feel my sins forgiven—
Thy footprints, Lord I see,
They mark the way to heaven.

I will look up to Thee,
When doubt and fear arise;
Though dangers compass me,
Upward I lift mine eyes.

I will look up to Thee,
Who knoweth all my needs;
Thy spirit, Lord, grant me,
My soul in anguish pleads.

I will look up to Thee!
Though all I have below,
Thou takest Lord from me,
Thou canst the more bestow.

I will look up to Thee,
Thou bright and morning star;
With eyes of faith I see,
Thy glory from afar.

I will look up to Thee,
My hand shall rest in thine;
Where e'er thou wilt lead me,
Thy will, O Lord, not mine!

I will look up to Thee,
When death's relentless hand
Has laid its weight on me,
Save—Thou atoning Lamb!

I will look up to Thee,
When crossing Jordan's wave;
Then, Lord, I look to Thee—
Whose power alone can save!