Faith poems
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A Familiar Epistle To A Friend
© James Russell Lowell
Yes, this _is_ life! And so the bard
Through briny deserts, never scarred
Since Noah's keel, a subject seeks,
And lies upon the watch for weeks;
That once harpooned and helpless lying,
What follows is but weary trying.
Lines Written In August
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
A room in an old mansion, long unseen.
When Sorrow Comes
© Edgar Albert Guest
When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must place his trust.
There is no power in mortal speech
The anguish of his soul to reach,
No voice, however sweet and low,
Can comfort him or ease the blow.
The Wonderful Spring Of San Joaquin
© Francis Bret Harte
You see the point? Don't be too quick
To break bad habits: better stick,
Like the Mission folk, to your ARSENIC.
From The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe
Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,
"The shrines of old are broken down"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The shrines of old are broken down;
The faiths that knelt at them are dead.
Nothing's strange, and nought unknown:
All's been done and all been said.
Tired of knowledge, now we sigh
For a little mystery.
Elegy III
© Henry James Pye
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads
High o'er the brow of yonder eastern hill;
Repining
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'
At Stonehenge
© Katharine Lee Bates
Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well,
Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror,
The Discovery Of A Soul
© Edgar Albert Guest
_The proof of a man is the danger test_,
_That shows him up at his worst or best_.
A Dream Of Long Ago
© James Whitcomb Riley
Lying listless in the mosses
Underneath a tree that tosses
Occasion'd By Seeing Some Verses Written By Mrs. Constantia Grierson, Upon The Death Of Her Son.
© Mary Barber
Soften, kind Heav'n, her seeming rigid Fate,
With frequent Visions of his blissful State:
Oft let the Guardian Angel of her Son
Tell her in faithful Dreams, His Task is done;
Shew, how he kindly led her lovely Boy
To Realms of Peace, and never--fading Joy.
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 5.
© William Cowper
Adam. Restrain, restrain thy step
Whoe'er thou art, nor with thy songs inveigle
Him, who has only cause for ceaseless tears.
Choriambics -- II
© Rupert Brooke
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,
lost in the haunted wood,
The Contented Man's Morice
© George Wither
False world, thy malice I espie
With what thou hast designed;
And therein with thee to comply,
Who likewise are combined:
But, do thy worst, I thee defie,
Thy mischiefs are confined.
Pauline
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
To die for what we love! Oh! there is power
In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;
It is to live without the vanish'd light
That strength is needed. -Anon
Jack Of The Tules
© Francis Bret Harte
Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancy
You are no novice. Confess that to little
Of my poor gossip of Mission and Pueblo
You are a stranger!
