The Literary Maiden

A compendium of obscure 19th century writing.

Tag: the ladies’ companion

“Death” from the Ladies’ Companion, November, 1837

From the Ladies’ Companion, November, 1837

DEATH is a mighty conqueror,—
All seasons are his own ;
And o’er the pleasant fields of earth
His trophies wide are strewn.
As months and years swift glide away,
His kingdom doth extend ;
And ’till a Mightier One appears,
His conquests will not end.
Death is a stern and cruel foe,
To the thoughtless and the gay,
Who of the morrow never dream,
And live but for the day :
He calls the miser from his hoard,
The reveller from the feast,
And brings unto a common home,
The greatest and the least.
Death is a kind and gentle friend
To the lone and sad in heart,
Who from the busy scene of life
Are willing to depart.
The good man hath of him no fears,
The Christian dreads him not—
For in the quiet of his realm,
Their troubles are forgot.

“My First Grey Hair”

My First Grey Hair
From The Ladies’ Companion, November, 1837

MY first grey hair! My first grey hair!
I will not pluck thee from my brow;
Thou art a bold intruder there,
But stay—I will not harm thee now;
For thou wilt teach me to forget
A life of trouble and of care.
Then why should I cast one regret
That thou art come—My first grey hair!

Stay then! and daily let me see
The vanity of youth;
And let thy presence be to me
A monitor of truth.
Welcome, then, pale little friend,
And all my sorrows share;
No cap or curl shall ever hide
My own—My first grey hair!