Samuel Griswold Goodrich Poems

When man from Paradise was driven,
And thorns around his pathway sprung,
Sweet Mercy wandering there from heaven
...

The shore hath blent with the distant skies,
O'er the bend of the crested seas,
And the leaning ship in her pathway flies,
...

I.

I'll tell you a Fairy Tale that's new:
How the merry Elves o'er the ocean flew
...

In midnight dreams the Wizard came,
And beckoned me away--
With tempting hopes of wealth and fame,
He cheered my lonely way.
...

The sun has sunk behind the hills,
The shadows o'er the landscape creep;
A drowsy sound the woodland fills,
And nature folds her arms to sleep:
...

I.

As down life's morning stream we glide,
Full oft some Flower stoops o'er its side,
...

When I was young--long, long ago--
I dreamed myself among the flowers;
And fancy drew the picture so,
They seemed like Fairies in their bowers.
...

Life is a journey, and its fairest flowers
Lie in our path beneath pride's trampling feet;
Oh, let us stoop to virtue's humble bowers,
...

It came with spring's soft sun and showers,
Mid bursting buds and blushing flowers;
It flourished on the same light stem,
...

Oh think not with love's soft token,
Or music my heart to thrill--
For its strings--its strings are broken,
...