Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.
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Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,And there seemed to be nothing beyond,THENDaddy fell into the pond!And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,And Timothy danced for sheer delight.‘Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!He’s crawling out of the duckweed.’Click!Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,And doubled up, shaking silently,And the ducks all quacked…
You that have gathered together the sons of all races,
Lifting the torch of your Freedom on hungering facesThat sailed to the setting sun;You that have made of mankind in your own proud regionsThe music of man to be,How should the old earth sing of you, now, as your legionsRise to set all men free?How should the singer that knew the proud vision and loved…
There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn,
Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din,With quaint delight,It haunts me yet, as old lost airs will do,A phantom strain:_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,And look in vain._In that old wood, where ghosts of lovers walk,At fall of day,Gleaning such fragments of their ancient talkAs poor ghosts may,From leaves that…
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old.
Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold,Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away.Though ramparts crumble and rusty gates grow thin,And our brave fortress dwine to a hollow shell,Thou shalt hear heavenly laughter, far within,Where, young as Love, two hidden lovers dwell.We shall go clambering up our twisted stairsTo watch the moon…
On this high altar, fringed with ferns
The dawn in lonely beauty burnsAnd all our evils die.The struggling sea that roared belowIs quieter than the dew,Quieter than the clouds that flowAcross the stainless blue.On this bare crest, the angels kneelAnd breathe the sweets that riseFrom flowers too little to revealTheir beauty to our eyes.I have seen Edens on the earthWith queenly blooms…
Once more I hear the everlasting sea
breast,Come unto Me, come unto Me,And I will give you rest.We have destroyed the Temple and in three daysHe hath rebuilt it — all things are made new:And hark what wild throats pour His praiseBeneath the boundless blue.We plucked down all His altars, cried aloudAnd gashed ourselves for little gods of clay!Yon floating cloud was…