Achsa White Sprague
First Lines

New! A gallant ship has left the strand, and cleaves the foaming deep,

New! Across the sea,

New! Ah! let the saints be glad in Heaven,

New! All, all is dark! Ten thousand clouds

New! At times my soul beneath the power

New! Beautiful sleep!

New! Bright flowers of the Spring-time!

New! Bury me, friends, where the flowers shall wave,

New! By Babylon's lone river, far in a stranger's land,

New! Deep in the grave,

New! Good-night, good-night! the morning star

New! Hark to the waves that roll

New! He lay upon the battle-field,

New! He speaks beneath his country's flag to-night, --

New! His gallant form is lying on

New! I see them in their beauty once again:

New! I sit me down with troubled thoughts and wildly aching head,

New! I stood within a shadowy-aisled

New! I wait, I wait at the golden gate,

New! I worship at great Nature's shrine,

New! I'll hope no more; -- 'tis all in vain!

New! I'm not ungrateful, though I seem

New! I'm weary of this dull, cold earth,

New! Into the depths of Hades,

New! It was a sadder sight than one would think,

New! Melody, melody! list and ye'll hear!

New! Must I now leave thee, thou home

New! My heart was almost breaking

New! November winds were loud and high,

New! Now God be praised! for this old world has moved;

New! Oh, take me home! I cannot bear

New! Oh, the days of Old, the bright days of Old!

New! See! Aurora's crimson beam

New! Shame on the coward souls that bend

New! Sing to me some strain enlivening,

New! Sister, our life is but a dream,

New! Strikes it coldly on the heart --

New! Sweet spirit! that lives in my spirit's deep cells,

New! The birds are singing sweetly

New! The Eagle sits with drooping wing upon the Southern coast,

New! The Past lifts up its solemn voice:

New! The power is vested in the people;

New! The school-room is deserted now,

New! The sunlight falls across the room,

New! There's a rushing sound like a mighty wind

New! They bid me nerve my drooping soul

New! They sailed from out the sunrise

New! They tell me thou art beautiful,

New! To the wanderer give one welcome

New! When men forget their love of gold,

New! When thou hast heard the heart's lone prayer,

New! Who are the beautiful? They with a face

New! Yes, on to the rescue, soldiers all!

New! Yes, suffer if thou must! but oh, be strong,