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I am athirst for God, the living God. - [God] I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. - [World] I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled. - [Happiness] People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display. - [Display] There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. - [Despair] We know they music made In heaven, ere man's creation; But when God threw it down to us that strayed, It dropt with lamentation, And ever since doth its sweetness shade With sighs for its first station. - [Music] What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracle. Ay, thou thyself, Being in the world and of the world, thyself, Hast breathed in breath from Him that made the world. Thou art thy Father's copy of Himself,-- Thou art thy Father's miracle. - [Miracles] A birthday:--and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife-- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life. - A Birthday Walk [Birthday] From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good to scale. - A Parson's Letter to a Young Poet (pt. II, l. 55) [Love] There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered her. It is not reason makes faith hard, but life. - A Pastor's Letter to a Young Poet (pt. II, l. 231) [Life] The prayer of Noah, He cried out in the darkness, Hear, O God, Hear Him: hear this one; through the gates of death, If life be all past praying for, O give To Thy great multitude a way to peace; Give them to Him. - A Story of Doom (bk. IX, st. 6) [Prayer] Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said. - Afternoon at a Parsonage--Afterthought [Man] Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand. - Gladys and her Island (l. 460) [Lotuses] Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe "The Brides of Enderby." - High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire [Music] The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; "Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby." - High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire [Bells] And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet. - Laurance (pt. III) [Roses] The lilac spread Odorous essence. - Laurance (pt. III) [Lilacs] Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away. - Margaret in the Xebec (st. 57) [Face] "O fateful flower beside the rill-- The Daffodil, the daffodil!" - Persephone (st. 16) [Daffodils] And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. - Poems--Strife and Peace [Dissension] And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. - Poems--Strife and Peace [Dissension] Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod. - Reflections [Buttercups] While cassias blossom in the zone of calms. - Sand Martins [Cassia] O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child. - Sleep [Sleep] When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Song of Old Love [Sorrow] Displaying page 1 of 2 for this author: Next >> [1] 2
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