Janet Hamilton

(1795-1873 / Scotland)

Janet Hamilton Poems

1. A Lay Of The Loch An' The Muirlan' 9/7/2010
2. A Lay Of The Tambour Frame 9/7/2010
3. A Memory: Banks Of Calder And Cousin Dora 9/7/2010
4. A Parody On 9/7/2010
5. A Phase Of The War In America, 1864 9/7/2010
6. A Plea For The Deric 9/7/2010
7. A Real Incident Of The Persecuting Times In Scotland 9/7/2010
8. A True Story: To Young Abstainers 9/7/2010
9. A Wheen Aul' Memories 9/7/2010
10. Address And Invitation 9/7/2010
11. Bothwell Brig 9/7/2010
12. A King Has Sought At Midnight Hour 9/7/2010
13. Pet Marjorie 9/7/2010
14. Address To Col. D. C. R. Carrick-Buchanan Of Drumpellier 9/7/2010
15. Address To Garibaldi In His Retirement At Caprera, 1868 9/7/2010
16. Address To Mrs. Wm. Anderson 9/7/2010
17. Address To The Rev. Dr. Gardner Of Bothwell 9/7/2010
18. America In 1863: Her 9/7/2010
19. America-- 9/7/2010
20. An Appeal For Thomas Eliot: The Shoemaker Poet 9/7/2010
21. Aul' Scotlan' 9/7/2010
22. Auld Mither Scotlan': A Lay Of The Doric 9/7/2010
23. Auld Mither Scotland 9/7/2010
24. Auld Scotlan' 9/7/2010
25. Auld Scotland At The Abbey Craig In November, 1864 9/7/2010
26. Auld Scotland's Welcome To Garibaldi 9/7/2010
27. Autumn Winds 9/7/2010
28. Ballad Of The Monkland Cottar 9/7/2010
29. Ballad Of The New Monkland Martyr 9/7/2010
30. Barnsley Colliery Explosion 9/7/2010
31. Battle Of The Alma 9/7/2010
32. Be Hopeful: I -- The Lark 9/7/2010
33. Be Hopeful: Ii -- The Rose 9/7/2010
34. Be Hopeful: Iii -- The Stream 9/7/2010
35. Be Hopeful: Iv -- The Resume 9/7/2010
36. Be Pitiful 9/7/2010
37. Birkhill: A Memory 9/7/2010
38. Brave Angus Cameron 9/7/2010
39. British Volunteers 9/7/2010
40. Burnin' Drink 9/7/2010
Best Poem of Janet Hamilton

The Fruits Of The Spirit

Spirit Divine! Eternal! Holy Dove!
These sacred fruits are thine,-peace, joy, and love,
Even peace with heaven, and peace on earth; a joy
Earth cannot give, nor, leagued with hell, destroy.
Love! 'tis the love thy presence sheds abroad
In hearts renew'd, the love supreme of God;
Long-suffering, when assailed by wrong or scorn;
Calm gentleness, though tried and spirit-worn;
True
goodness
, flowing from its source Divine;
And faith, that whispers, Saviour, Thou art mine!
Mild tranquil meekness, with her lowly grace;
And temperance, ruling measure, mood, ...

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A Ballad Of Memorie

Nae mair, alas! nae mair I'll see
Young mornin's gowden hair
Spread ower the lift-the dawnin' sheen
O' simmer mornin' fair!
Nae mair the heathery knowe I'll speel,
An' see the sunbeams glancin',
Like fire-flauchts ower the loch's lane breast,
Ower whilk the breeze is dancin'!

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