That title from a better man I stole:
Ah, how much better, had I stol’n the whole.
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For the long nights you lay awake
For your most comfortable handThat led me through the uneven land:For all the story-books you read:For all the pains you comforted:For all you pitied, all you bore,In sad and happy days of yore:-My second Mother, my first Wife,The angel of my infant life-From the sick child, now well and old,Take, nurse, the little book you…
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,River and trees and cattle and allOver the countryside–Till I look down on the garden green,Down on the roof so brown–Up in the air I go flying again,Up in the air and…
FOR some abiding central source of power,
And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,The vain tumultuous passions of the hourFleet fast and disappear; and as the sunShines on the wake of tempests, there is castO’er all the shattered ruins of my pastA strong contentment as of battles won.And yet I cry in anguish, as I hearThe long drawn pageant of your passage rollMagnificently…
I should like to rise and go
Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and goats,Lonely Crusoes building boats;–Where in sunshine reaching outEastern cities, miles about,Are with mosque and minaretAmong sandy gardens set,And the rich goods from near and farHang for sale in the bazaar;–Where the Great Wall round China goes,And on one side the desert blows,And with the…
TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye!Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near.Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;In my father’s quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by.Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye.Lo, the feet…
SMALL is the trust when love is green
A little thing steps in betweenAnd kisses turn to tears.Awhile – and see how love be grownIn loveliness and power!Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,But next it loves the sour.A little love is none at allThat wanders or that fears;A hearty love dwells still at callTo kisses or to tears.Such then be mine, my love…