Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I’ll leave you,For every day.I’ll tell you how to sing a clearer carolThan lark who hails the dawn or breezy down;To earn yourself a purer poet’s laurelThan Shakespeare’s crown.Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever;Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;And so make…
And the merry round moon will be rising soon,For us to go sailing by.’‘Watchman, what of the night?’‘The tide flows in from the sea;There’s water to float a little cockboatWill carry such fishers as we.’‘Watchman, what of the night?’‘The night is a fruitful time;When to many a pair are born children fair,To be christened at…
We raised it for our suffering kin,And so, Good Lord, for Thee.Accept our little gift, and giveTo all who here may dwell,The will and power to do their work,Or bear their sorrows well.From Thee all skill and science flow;All pity, care, and love,All calm and courage, faith and hope,Oh! pour them from above.And part them,…
I envied oft the soul which fills your wastesOf pure and stern sublime, and still expanseUnbroken by the petty incidentsOf noisy life: Oh hear me once again!Winds, upon whose racked eddies, far aloft,Above the murmur of the uneasy world,My thoughts in exultation held their way:Whose tremulous whispers through the rustling gladeWere once to me unearthly…
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-To read the mystic writing on the wall!Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know.Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
Rises as her Maker rose.Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,Burst at last from winter snows.Earth with heaven above rejoices;Fields and gardens hail the spring;Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices,While the wild birds build and sing.You, to whom your Maker grantedPowers to those sweet birds unknown,Use the craft by God implanted;Use the reason not your own.Here,…
‘Oh! never sin and want and woe this earth will leave,And the bells but mock the wailing round, they sing so cheery.How long, O Lord! how long before Thou come again?Still in cellar, and in garret, and on moorland drearyThe orphans moan, and widows weep, and poor men toil in vain,Till earth is sick of…
Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,Flash, and will flash till the last.Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;Man a tool to buy and sell;Earth a failure, God-forsaken,Anteroom of Hell.Still the race of Hero-spiritsPass the lamp from hand to hand;Age from age the Words inherits-‘Wife, and Child, and Fatherland.’Still the youthful hunter gathersFiery joy from wold and wood;He…
Among the moorlands of her own fair land,Amid a ring of old and moss-grown stonesIn gorse and heather all embosomed.There should be no tall stone, no marble tombAbove her gentle corse;-the ponderous pileWould press too rudely on those fairy limbs.The turf should lightly he, that marked her home.A sacred spot it would be-every birdThat came…
Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords,In Senlac slept the sleep of swords.Harold Earl, shot over shield,Lay along the autumn weald;Slaughter such was never noneSince the Ethelings England won.Thither Lady Githa came,Weeping sore for grief and shame;How may she her first-born tell?Frenchmen stript him where he fell,Gashed and marred his comely face;Who can know him in his…
