Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on. — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up, and is glad; I know thou… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
Wake, soldier wake, thy war-horse waits To bear thee to the battle back;-- Thou slumberest at a foeman's gates,-- Thy dog would break thy… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute. — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold; The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light O'er the glad waves, like a child of… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
