John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Poems

Now drop the holt, and securely nail
The horse-shoe over the door;
'T is a wise precaution, and if it should fail
It never failed before.
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'Et hæc olim meminisse juvabit.'
THE bell that strikes the warning hour,
Reminds me that I should not linger,
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Our sweet autumnal western-scented wind
Robs of its odors none so sweet a flower,
In all the blooming waste it left behind,
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THE Sabbath morn came sweetly on,
The sunbeams mildly shone upon
Each rock, and tree, and flower;
And floating on the southern gale,
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I am a jolly tree toad, upon a chestnut tree;
I chirp, because I know that the night was made for me;
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There once dwelt in Olympus some notable oddities,
For their wild singularities call'd Gods and Goddesses.-
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I wish — 't is no concern of mine,
But yet I wish that you would try
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Who does not love a flower?
Its hues are taken from the light,
Which summer's sun flings pure and bright,
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No more to grace the happy hearth,
To grace the cheerful board, no more
To light with smiles the misty path
That leads to the eternal shore,
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WHY should thy heart grow faint, they cheek be pale?
Why in thine eye should hang the frequent tear,
As if the promise of thy God would fail,
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