Faith poems
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Faith Healing
© Philip Larkin
Slowly the women file to where he stands
Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair,
Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly
Persuade them onwards to his voice and hands,
Solace
© Peter McArthur
WHEN friends forsake and fortune in despite
Of Thy rich bounty strips me to the wind,
Lines On A Young Lady's Photograph Album
© Philip Larkin
At last you yielded up the album, which
Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages
Matt and glossy on the thick black pages!
Too much confectionery, too rich:
I choke on such nutritious images.
The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I.
© James Beattie
I.
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!
Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime
The Song Of Honour
© Ralph Hodgson
I heard no more of bird or bell,
The mastiff in a slumber fell,
I stared into the sky,
As wondering men have always done
Since beauty and the stars were one,
Though none so hard as I.
The Fellowship Of Books
© Edgar Albert Guest
I care not who the man may be,
Nor how his tasks may fret him,
Nor where he fares, nor how his cares
And troubles may beset him,
If books have won the love of him,
Adelgitha
© Thomas Campbell
For he is dead and in a foreign land
Whose arm should now have set me free;
And I must wear the willow garland
For him that's dead, or false to me."
An Arundel Tomb
© Philip Larkin
Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd -
The little dogs under their feet.
Doubting
© Henry Kendall
And said an ancient faith is dead
And wonder fills my mind:
I marvel how the blind have led
So long the blind.
Questions and a Prayer For a New Born Baby
© Faye Diane Kilday
So, here you are once more - in a brand new perfect body;An old soul with a brand new life to explore.And my mind is filled with so many things I want to ask you,So many questions that I've forgotten the answers to.
I don't want to ask you about your future, because who canhonestly say what lessons the school called life will bringto you each day.
No, I want to ask you about the world you lived in beforecoming back here. Not your body of course, but your spirit my dear.
You see, it's been a long time since I was in Heaven last,Although I know that by Heaven's calender not much timeat all has passed.
A Song
© Edgar Albert Guest
Rough be the road and long,
Steep be the hills ahead,
Grant that my faith be strong,
Fearlessly let me tread.
After the day's hard test
Home with its peaceful rest.
Sharing
© Hristo Botev
Our feelings have made of us brothers
and our hidden thoughts have a same set,
I do not believe there's one thing
on this earth we shall come to regret.
Summer By The Lakeside: Lake Winnipesaukee
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I. NOON.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
Light mists, whose soft embraces keep
The sunshine on the hills asleep!
Sonnet LX: Define My Weal
© Michael Drayton
Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n;
Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell;
Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n,
And ask a world upon my life to dwell;
Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty
© Michael Drayton
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order take their several places;
The Yerl O' Waterydeck
© George MacDonald
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,
And it was "Hey for hame!"
But up an' cried the skipper til his crew,
"Haud her oot ower the saut sea faem."
Wordsworth's Grave
© William Watson
The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;
Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near,
And with cool murmur lulling his repose
The Parting
© Michael Drayton
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part--
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
