Hannah Flagg Gould Poems

The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night,
And he said, 'Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
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ALONE I walked the ocean strand;
A pearly shell was in my hand:
I stooped and wrote upon the sand
My name—the year—the day.
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God, is thy throne accessible to me-
Me of the Ethiop skin? May I draw near
Thy sacred shrine, and humbly bend the knee,
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Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
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Lady, the fairest flowers the morn disclosed
Are glowing on thy bosom; while within,
Thousands of clustering joys are still in bud:
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With cherub smile, the prattling boy,
Who on the veteran's breast reclines,
Has thrown aside his favorite toy,
And round his tender finger twines
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O Thou, who hear'st the feeblest prayer,
The humblest heart dost see,
Upon the chilly midnight air
I pour my soul to thee!
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Of deep research and cogitation,
Of many a head and many a nation,
While all in vain
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Sun, from thy bed in the sea,
Each morning I see thee arise;
But what is thy glory to me,
Whose days are but measured by sighs?
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Who is thy neighbour!-see him stand,
With sunken cheek and eye,
Where hunger shows the empty hand
Thy bounty can supply!
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