The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells an…

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North sh…

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

God is its author, and not man; he laid The key-note of all harmonies; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and …

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Far beneath the tainted foamThat frets above our peaceful home,We dream in joy and wake in loveNor know the rage that yells above.

- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard