At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North shall come;When the sinner is dismayed,And the just man is afraid,Then Heaven be thy aid,Poor Tom. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North shall come;When the sinner is dismayed,And the just man is afraid,Then Heaven be thy aid,Poor Tom. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
Far beneath the tainted foamThat frets above our peaceful home,We dream in joy and wake in loveNor know the rage that yells above. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
God is its author, and not man; he laid The key-note of all harmonies; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
