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The Trembling Tree

© Robert Laurence Binyon

On greenest grass the lace of lights
Beneath the shadowing tree
Trembles, as when eyes more than lips
Are smiling silently.

"To-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself
And goest where thou wouldest: presently
Others shall gird thee," said the Lord, "to go
Where thou wouldst not." He spoke to Peter thus,
To signify the death which he should die
When crucified head downward.

Sordello: Book the Second

© Robert Browning

What next? The curtains see
Dividing! She is there; and presently
He will be there-the proper You, at length-
In your own cherished dress of grace and strength:
Most like, the very Boniface!

Hymn XX: Weary Souls, that Wander Wide

© Charles Wesley

Weary souls, that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of his:
Sink into the purple flood;
Rise into the life of God!

Golden Stars

© Henry Van Dyke

I

It was my lot of late to travel far

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.

The Kings Prophecie

© Joseph Hall

What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?

To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868

THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankind

From The Top Of The Stairs

© Zbigniew Herbert

Of course
those who are standing at the top of the stairs
know
they know everything

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight

© Li Po

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;
Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.
Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;
Drunk, then each went off on his own.
But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,
We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

The Nativity Of The Blessed Virgin Mary

© Alessandro Manzoni

O'er the hills of the country, a went climbing one day,
In the stillness a Nazarene carpenter's bride,
A visit, unseen, to the cottage to pay
Of a happy old wife in first pregnancy's pride.