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.