Slow and sure may miss his way,
Swift and sure may fail.
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I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd thirsteth after Me:So will I render fruitful, blessing still,The germs and small beginnings in thy heart,Because thy will cleaves to the better part.—Alas, I cannot will.Dost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receiveThe inner unseen longings of the soul,I guide them turning towards Me; I…
Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When new leaves of elm and limeCleave and shed their winter screen;Tender lambs are born and ‘baa,’North wind finds no snow to bring,Vigorous Nature laughs ‘Ha, ha,’In the miracle of spring.Oh the gorgeous Blossom-days!When broad flag-flowers drink and blow,In and out in summer-blazeDragon-flies flash to and fro;Ashen branches hang out keys,Oaks put forth the rosy…
An emerald is as green as grass;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;A flint lies in the mud.A diamond is a brilliant stone,To catch the world’s desire;An opal holds a fiery spark;But a flint holds fire.
Oh, for the time gone by, when thought of Christ
When my heart stirred within me at the sightOf Altar spread for awful Eucharist;When all my hopes His promises sufficed,When my Soul watched for Him by day, by night,When my lamp lightened and my robe was white,And all seemed loss, except the Pearl unpriced.Yet, since He calls me still with tender Call,Since He remembers Whom…
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.I did not hear the birds about the eaves,Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves:Only my soul kept watch from day to day,My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:–Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves.At length there came the step upon the stair,Upon the lock the…
It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plainStretches thro’ long unbroken miles away:While thro’ the sluggish air a twilight greyBroodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane,No ebb and flow are there among the main,No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye,No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,No beat of wings to stir the stagnant…