Faith poems
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Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part II
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Fear not, for ye shall live if ye receive
The life divine, obedient to the law
Of truth and good. So shall there be no frown
Upon his face who wills the good of all.
Ask What I Shall Give Thee (I)
© John Newton
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
The Concentration Of Athens
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Why should we wonder that from such small space
Of Earth so much of human strength upgrew,
When thus were woven bonds that tighter drew
Round the Athenian heart than faith or race?
Because of this Modest Style
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
May you be blessed, modest, magnificent;
you have possessed the highest summit of my heart,
you who are at once the artist
of lowly and most lofty things, who bear in your hands
my life as if it was your work of art!
Exultation
© Emma Lazarus
BEHOLD, I walked abroad at early morning,
The fields of June were bathed in dew and lustre,
The hills were clad with light as with a garment.
The Lost Child
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Heres a reward for wholl find Love!
Love is a-straying
Ever since Maying,
Hither and yon, below, above,
All are seeking Love!
Remarks Of Increase D. O'phace, Esquire
© James Russell Lowell
At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. Biglow
No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin him?
Verses On Rome
© Frances Anne Kemble
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,
Shall not forget the bitterest private grief
Pauline, A Fragment of a Question
© Robert Browning
And I can love nothing-and this dull truth
Has come the last: but sense supplies a love
Encircling me and mingling with my life.
Little Gray Songs from St. Josephs
© Grace Fallow Norton
I
WITH cassock black, baret and book,
Father Saran goes by;
I think he goes to say a prayer
For one who has to die.
Forward Ho!
© Charles Harpur
Forward ho! Forward ho! Soldiers of liberty,
Hope on; fight on; till mans whole race shall be
The Gallows
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
THE suns of eighteen centuries have shone
Since the Redeemer walked with man, and made
The fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of stone,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 126
© Alfred Tennyson
Love is and was my Lord and King,
And in his presence I attend
To hear the tidings of my friend,
Which every hour his couriers bring.
