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On The Truth Of The Saviour
© George Moses Horton
E'en John the Baptist did not know
Who Christ the Lord could be,
And bade his own disciples go
The strange event to see.
Of Woman's Love.
© Robert Crawford
Of all the loves the heart can hold
The love of woman's first;
It was this one love that we had
Or e'er the world was cursed.
Ode For Washingtons Birthday
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CELEBRATION OF THE MERCANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCIATION,
FEBRUARY 22, 1856
On Revisiting The Place Of My Nativity
© Robert Bloomfield
Though Winter's frowns had damp'd the beaming eye,
Through Twelve successive Summers heav'd the sigh,
The unaccomplish'd wish was still the same;
Till May in new and sudden glories came!
My heart was rous'd; and Fancy on the wing,
Thus heard the language of enchanting Spring:--
Olney Hymn 67: Longing To Be With Christ
© William Cowper
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne!
On The Infancy Of Our Savior
© Francis Quarles
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race,
Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert
© William Cowper
The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.
Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.
Of The Love Of Christ
© John Bunyan
The love of Christ, poor I! may touch upon;
But 'tis unsearchable. O! there is none
On The Death of The Rev'd Dr. Sewall
© Phillis Wheatley
Now this faint Semblance of his life complete
He is, thro' Jesus, made divinely great
And left a glorious pattern to repeat
'On the Summit of Mt. Clarence'
© Henry Lawson
On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the air
Stands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian scare
Russian scare that scares no longer, for the cry is All is well
Yet the flagstaff still is standing like a lonely sentinel.
And it watches through the seasonswinters cold and summers heat,
Watches seaward, watches ever for the phantom Russian fleet.
O For A Soul
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O for a soul surrendered of all guile!
A plain white soul with nothing on it writ,
No creed of mockery to make men smile,
No boast of wisdom travestied as wit;
Of Thy Life, Thomas, This Compass Well Mark
© Henry Howard
Of thy life, Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot The Tyrant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Choose Reform or Civil War,
When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs,
A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs,
Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.'
Over The Wintry Threshold
© Bliss William Carman
Over the wintry threshold
Who comes with joy today,
So frail, yet so enduring,
To triumph o'er dismay?
On A Fart - Let In The House Of Commons
© Matthew Prior
Reader, I was born, and cried;
I crack'd, I smelt, and so I died.
Ortygia
© Jessie Mackay
IN Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell,
And the silvers yet a-quiver on the old wizard well
Olney Hymn 38: Looking Upwards In A Storm
© William Cowper
God of my life, to Thee I call,
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
