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 Clouds 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… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Aids Copy Share Image
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Branches 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… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Dream 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… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Books Copy Share Image
