Janet Hamilton Poems

Frien' Tammie, I thocht that I coudna dae better
Than rhyme a bit scrift in reply to yer letter,
...

Benevolence, attended by beauty,
By elegance, fashion, and grace,
Makes pleasure, the handmaid of duty,
To plead for the poor in this place.
...

Thus God hath said: Unblessed is he
Who makes an arm of flesh his trust;
...

Mourn not, my Christian friend:-thy late removed,
Thy sainted mother, cherished and beloved,
...

'Twas drear November; by the turbid tide
That foaming chafes the wintry ban ...
...

Arise, for this is not thy rest; go forth
And brave the frozen rigours of the north;
...

'O foolish people, and unwise,'
Who stop your ears and shut your eyes,
Though common-sense and flagrant facts
Proclaim the madness of your acts!
...

Husbandman, for work prepare
Tender plants of promise fair;
Rise! around thee everywhere
Life's young spring-time claims thy care,
...

My olive plant, so green and fair;
My budding hope, my dearest care;
My only one! He only knew
...

O earth, earth, earth! where wilt thou hide thy slain?
How cover up the blood thy children pour in vain?
...