Janet Hamilton Poems

Blooming, brooding, balmy May,
Tell me what to sing or say
To thy praise. I muse in vain-
Sonnet, song, and rhyming strain
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Now o'er the laughing meadows,
Throned on her dewy car,
Queenly May comes with her train,
From southern climes afar,
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'Had I a thousand mouths, a thousand tongues,
A thousand throats, inspired with brazen lungs,'
I'd rouse with thunder tones the slumbering world,
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Lonely musing, sadly thinking,
Strength and spirits failing, sinking,
Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking,
In the wintry blast.
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Dark and lone, at midnight sitting,
Not unthinking, not unwitting,
As I muse of my surroundings,
Sorrows deep and spirit woundings-
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'Away from the dwellings of care-worn men
The waters are sparkling in wood and glen-
Away from the chamber and dusky hearth
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My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',
Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething ava
O' what he was daein', or whaur he had been,
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The midnight hour hath chimed,
The night is wild and cold;
I see a trembling hand
Yon cottage door unfold.
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The toils, the flames, the thunders of the siege
Are quench'd and hush'd. Night shrouds in funeral pall
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'Angels and ministers of grace defend us,'
Not airs from Heaven, quite the reverse you send us,
Your priests who counsel war and vengeance dire,
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