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A Rector's Memory

© Rudyard Kipling

The, Gods that are wiser than Learning

But kinder than Life have made sure

Ah! bless'd are they for whom 'mid all their pains
That faithful and unalter'd love remains;
Who, Life wreck'd round them,--hunted from their rest,--
And, by all else forsaken or distress'd,--
Claim, in one heart, their sanctuary and shrine--
As I, my Mother, claim'd my place in thine!

The Dream of Freedom

© Owen Suffolk

'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fell

On the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,

from The Prelude: Book 2: School-time (Continued)

© André Breton

Fare Thee well!
Health, and the quiet of a healthful mind
Attend thee! seeking oft the haunts of men,
And yet more often living with Thyself,
And for Thyself, so haply shall thy days
Be many, and a blessing to mankind.

The African Prince

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

IT was a king in Africa,
He had an only son;
And none of Europe's crowned kings
Could have a dearer one.

from The Faerie Queene: Book I, Canto I

© Edmund Spenser

Lo I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,

As time her taught in lowly Shepheards weeds,

Lycidas

© Patrick Kavanagh

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,

Lines From A Letter To A Young Clerical Friend

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A STRENGTH Thy service cannot tire,
A faith which doubt can never dim,
A heart of love, a lip of fire,
O Freedom's God! be Thou to him!

The Eolian Harp

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?

Lohengrin

© Emma Lazarus

THE holy bell, untouched by human hands,
Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.
Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,
Thrown wide, to let the summer morning in,

To Wordsworth

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Thine is a strain to read among the hills,
The old and full of voices;âby the source
Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills
The solitude with sound; for in its course
Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part
Of those high scenes, a fountain from their heart.

On Imagination

Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee!
Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand,
And all attest how potent is thine hand.

Palestine: 1917

How strange if it should fall to you,
To me, our boys should do the deed
The great Crusaders failed to do!
To win Christ's Sepulchre: to bleed,
So the immortal dream come true.