Who mad’st thy crook from the accursed tree,On which thy powerful arms were stretched so long!Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fountains;For thou my shepherd, guard, and guide shalt be ;I will obey thy voice, and wait to seeThy feet all beautiful upon the mountains.Hear, Shepherd! thou who for thy flock art dying,Oh, wash away these…
The curious eye; the fountain’s sparkling rill,And gardens, when adorned by human skill,Reproach the feeble hand, the vain desire.But oh! the free and wild magnificenceOf Nature in her lavish hours doth steal,In admiration silent and intense,The soul of him who hath a soul to feel.The river moving on its ceaseless way,The verdant reach of meadows…
When he called the flowers, so blue and goldenStars, that in the earth’s firmament do shine.Stars they are, wherein we do read our historyAs astrologers and seers of eld;Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,Like the burning stars, which they beheld.Wonderous truths, and manifold as wonderous,God has written in those stars above;But not less in…
For those that wander they know not whereAre full of trouble and full of care;To stay at home is best.Weary and homesick and distressed,They wander east, they wander west,And are baffled and beaten and blown aboutBy the winds of the wilderness of doubt;To stay at home is best.Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;The…
Think ye thus to govern meAll my life long, as ye have done?That shall ye not, I promise ye;Reason shall have the mastery.So hence away, begone, begone,Carking care and melancholy!If ever ye return this way,With your mournful company,A curse be on ye, and the dayThat brings ye moping back to me!Hence away, begone, I say!Carking…
To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,Which he held in his brown right hand.His figure was tall and stately,Like a boy’s his eye appeared;His hair was yellow as hay,But threads of a silvery grayGleamed in his tawny beard.Hearty and hale was Othere,His cheek had the color of oak;With a kind of laugh…
Who has it not wants hardihood,Who has it has much trouble and care,Who once has had it has despair.THE BEST MEDICINESJoy and Temperance and ReposeSlam the door on the doctor’s nose.SINMan-like is it to fall into sin,Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,God-like is it all sin to leave.POVERTY AND…
And to the tender heart and braveThe tribute of this verse.His was the troubled life,The conflict and the pain,The grief, the bitterness of strife,The honor without stain.Like Winkelried, he tookInto his manly breastThe sheaf of hostile spears, and brokeA path for the oppressed.Then from the fatal fieldUpon a nation’s heartBorne like a warrior on his…
Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea,With just enough of bitterness to beA medicine to this sluggish mood, and startThe life-blood in my veins, and so impartHealing and help in this dull lethargy!Alas! not always doth the breath of songBreathe on us. It is like…
Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the true faith was living in that sphereWhere the celestial cross of sacrificeSpread its protecting arms athwart the skies;And set thereon, like jewels crystal clear,The souls magnanimous, that knew not fear,Flashed their effulgence on his dazzled eyes.Ah me! how dark the discipline of pain,Were not the suffering followed…
