James Aldrich

James Aldrich (July 14, 1810 – September 9, 1856) was an editor and minor poet.

Quotes

• Her suffering ended with the day,
  Yet lived she at its close,
  And breathed the long, long night away
  In statue-like repose.

  But when the sun in all his state
  Illumed the eastern skies,
  She passed through Glory's morning-gate,
  And walked in Paradise.

  • A Death-Bed, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: Thomas Hood, The Death Bed, p. 591; Phoebe Cary, The Wife, p. 171.

• God gives us ministers of love,
  Which we regard not, being near;
  Death takes them from us, then we feel
  That angels have been with us here!
  • My Mother's Grave.

• Adieu, the city's ceaseless hum,
  The haunts of sensual life, adieu!
  Green fields, and silent glens we come,
  To spend this bright spring-day with you.

  Whether the hills and vales shall gleam
  With beauty, is for us to choose;
  For leaf and blossom, rock and stream,
  Are coloured with the spirit's hues.

  Here, to the seeking soul, is brought
  A nobler view of human fate,
  And higher feeling, higher thought,
  And glimpses of a higher state.

  Through change of time, on sea and shore,
  Serenely nature smiles away;
  Yon infinite blue sky bends o'er
  Our world, as at the primal day.

  The self-renewing earth is moved
  With youthful life each circling year;
  And flowers that Ceres' daughter loved
  At Enna, now are blooming here.

  Glad nature will this truth reveal,
  That God is ours and we are His.
  O friends, my friends! what joy to feel
  That He our loving Father is!

  • A Spring-Day Walk.