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• What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
  They sought a faith's pure shrine. -- Felicia D....
• The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed.
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Landing of the Pilgrim Fathe...
• Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone
  The summer comes with flower and bee,-- Where is my brother gone?...
• Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Siege of Valencia, Scene ix...
• I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Voice of Spring...
• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to se
  but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!...
• Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Graves of a Household...
• In the busy haunts of men. -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Tale of the Secret Tribunal, Part i
• Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone
  The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done....