Wisdom, Power and Goodness meetIn the bounteous field of wheat.
Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.Hannah Flagg Gould
I am feeble, pale and weary,And my wings are nearly furled;I have caused a scene so dreary,I am glad to quit the world!With bitterness I'm thinkingOn the evil I have done,And to my caverns sinkingFrom the coming of the sun.Hannah Flagg Gould
The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;So through the valley and over the heightIn silence I'll take my way."Hannah Flagg Gould