What bright things, hid from star and foam,
Lay in her heart for thee!
The stormy billows heave and dip,
The wild winds veer and play;
But, regnant all, God’s stately ship
Is steering home this way!
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Star high,
‘Twixt the twoWise men go;Find the baby,Grasp the star-Heirs of all thingsNear and far!
Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one!
Dost feel the green globe whirl? Seven times a weekClimbeth she out of darkness to the sun,Which is her God; seven times she doth not shunAwful eclipse, laying her patient cheekUpon a pillow ghost-beset with shriekOf voices utterless, which rave and runThrough all the star-penumbra, craving lightAnd tidings of the dawn from East and West.Calmly…
Up cam the tide wi’ a burst and a whush,
The king’s son walkit i’ the evenin hush,To hear the sea murmur and murr.Straucht ower the water slade frae the muneA glimmer o’ cauld weet licht;Ane o’ her horns rase the water abune,And lampit across the nicht.Quhat’s that, and that, far oot i’ the gray,The laich mune bobbin afore?It’s the bonny sea-maidens at their play-Haud…
I shall be satisfied
When I awake, wide-eyed,I shall be satisfiedWith what this life did hide,The one supernal grace!I shall be satisfiedWith the seeing of thy face.
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head
Anon the light will neither rise nor spread:Shrouded in danger gray the beacon stands!A pharos? Oh dull brain! poor dying lampUnder a bushel with an earthy smell!Mouldering it stands, in rust and eating damp,While the slow oil keeps oozing from its cell!For me it were enough to be a flowerKnowing its root in thee, the…
Though in my heart no Christmas glee,
Jesus, it is enough for meThat thou art come.What though the loved be scattered far,Few at the board appear,In thee, O Lord, they gathered are,And thou art here.And if our hearts be low with lack,They are not therefore numb;Not always will thy day come back-Thyself will come!