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JOHN KEBLE
English priest, theologian and poet
(1792 - 1866)

Love masters agony; the soul that seemed
  Forsaken feels her present God again
    And in her Father's arms
      Contented dies away.
      - [Death]

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
  It is not night if Thou be near;
    Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise,
      To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
      - [Christ (Saviour)]

The childlike faith that asks not sight, waits not for wonder or for sign, believes, because it loves, aright, shall see things greater, things divine.
      - [Faith]

'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose
  Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
    How grows in Paradise our store.
      - Burial of the Dead (st. 11) [Friends]

Pride of the dewy morning,
  The swain's experienced eye
    From thee takes timely warning.
      Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.
      - Christian Year--(25th Sunday after Trinity)--On the Rainbow
        [Rainbows]

The sun and every vassal star,
  All space, beyond the soar of angel's wings,
    Wait on His word: and yet He stays His car
      For every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.
      - Christian Year--Ascension Day [God]

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
      - Christian Year--First Sunday after Christmas
        [Time]

But when eve's silent footfall steals
  Along the eastern sky,
    And one by one to earth reveals
      Those purer fires on high.
      - Christian Year--Fourth Sunday After Trinity
        [Evening]

Hues of the rich unfolding morn,
  That, ere the glorious sun be born,
    By some soft touch invisible
      Around his path are taught to swell.
      - Christian Year--Morning [Morning]

When the shore is won at last,
  Who will count the billow past?
      - Christian Year--St. John the Evangelist's Day
         (st. 5) [Success]

And taught by thee the Church prolongs
  Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.
      - Christian Year--St. Luke the Evangelist
         (st. 18) [Thanksgiving Day]

Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
  In triumph wear his Christ-like chain;
    No fear lest he should swerve or faint;
      "His life is Christ, his death is gain."
      - Christian Year--St. Luke--The Evangelist
        [Christianity]

Sweet is the infant's waking smile,
  And sweet the old man's rest--
    But middle age by no fond wile,
      No soothing calm is blest.
      - Christian Year--St. Philip and St. James
         (st. 3) [Babyhood]

Sprinkled along the waste of years
  Full many a soft green isle appears:
    Pause where we may upon the desert road,
      Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
      - Christian Year--The First Sunday in Advent
         (st. 8) [Islands]

In silence, . . .
  Steals on soft-handed Charity,
    Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
      By time and place,
        Till not a woe the bleak world see,
          But finds her grace.
      - Christian Year--The Sunday After Ascension Day
         (st. 6) [Charity]

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
  Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
    Nor even the tenderest heart and next our own
      Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
      - Christian Year--twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity
        [Solitude]

God hath sworn to lift on high
  Who sinks himself by true humility.
      - Miscellaneous Poems--At Hooker's Tomb
        [Humility]

The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
  And they first feel the sun: so violets blue;
    So the soft star-like primrose--drenched in dew--
      The happiest of Spring's happy, fragrant birth.
      - Miscellaneous Poems--Spring Showers
        [Flowers]

Soft as Memnon's harp at morning,
  To the inward ear devout,
    Touched by light, with heavenly warning
      Your transporting chords ring out.
        Every leaf in every nook,
          Every wave in every brook,
            Chanting with a solemn voice
              Minds us of our better choice.
      - The Nightingale [Nightingales]


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