Lucy Larcom

(1824-1893 / the United States)

Lucy Larcom Poems

1. A Canticle Of War (A. N. 1863) 9/24/2010
2. A Door Opened 9/24/2010
3. A Heart's Prayer 9/24/2010
4. A Loyal Woman's No 9/24/2010
5. A Strip Of Blue 9/24/2010
6. A Thanksgiving 9/24/2010
7. A White World 9/24/2010
8. A Year In Heaven 9/24/2010
9. Across The River 9/24/2010
10. Alive In Thee 9/24/2010
11. As A Flower 9/24/2010
12. As Strangers And Pilgrims 9/24/2010
13. At The Beautiful Gate 9/24/2010
14. At The Feast 9/24/2010
15. At Thy Feet. 9/24/2010
16. Be Ye Therefore Perfect. 9/24/2010
17. Beside The Cross 9/24/2010
18. Burdened 9/24/2010
19. Children’s June Song 9/24/2010
20. Christ Is Arisen 9/24/2010
21. Climbing To Rest 9/24/2010
22. Drawing Nearer 9/24/2010
23. Easter, (Sunrise And Sunset) 9/24/2010
24. Elizabeth, E.H.W. September 3, 1864 9/24/2010
25. Even As He Is Pure. 9/24/2010
26. For Larger Lives 9/24/2010
27. Foretaste 9/24/2010
28. Glimpses 9/24/2010
29. God In Christ 9/24/2010
30. God's Best Gift 9/24/2010
31. Hand In Hand With Angels 9/24/2010
32. Helper And Friend 9/24/2010
33. Himself He Cannot Save 9/24/2010
34. His Birthday 9/24/2010
35. His Church 9/24/2010
36. His Star In The West 9/24/2010
37. Hymns Of A Day 9/24/2010
38. In Remembrance Of Me 9/24/2010
39. In Sorrow 9/24/2010
40. In The Air 9/24/2010

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Easter, (Sunrise And Sunset)

'T IS Easter eve; the day is fading;
O Thou, with whom there is no death,
While twilight every path is shading,
Breathe through us thy sweet Spirit's breath!
And when our last night comes, may we
Fall peacefully asleep in Thee!
The sun sets not; it is earth going
Awhile to hide her from the sun,
Where gentler, cooler winds are blowing;
To feel the coming day begun
Beneath soft night's refreshing dews; —
To wait for light she cannot lose.
To die with Christ — it is not dying;
It is but sinking deep with Him
Into the Father's bosom, lying
In that ...

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In Remembrance Of Me

WHO could refuse
The last wish of a friend?
Loving unto the end,
Fain would His love transfuse
Itself into the lives He left behind,
That in their souls Him they might always find.
'Remember Me!'
It was Christ's last request,
Unto His own addressed:

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