Park Benjamin, Sr.

"Press on! theres no such word as fail! Press nobly on! the goal is near,— Ascend the mountain! breast the gale! Look upward, onward,—never fear! Why shouldst thou faint? Heaven smiles above, Though storm and vapor intervene; That sun shines on, whose name is Love, Serenely oer Lifes shadowd scene."

"Flowers are Loves truest language."

"Great faith it needs, according to my view, To trust in that which never could be true."

"Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow shell be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts and granting new, The wisdom of the present hour Makes up the follies past and gone; To weakness, strength succeeds, and power From frailty springs! Press on, press on!"

"Im king of the dead—and I make my throne On a monument slab of marble cold; And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold: Come they from cottage or come they from hall, Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all! Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin— I gather them in, I gather them in!"

"The mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchangd affections flow to thee."

"He loved his kind, but sought the love of few, And valued old opinions more than new."

"But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy oer this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of Autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray— T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word—farewell!"

"Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evenings sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And oer my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody of spring-bird, notes; When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves."