Poems

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ANNO DOMINI

F. O. SYLVESTER.

The inn is crowded now, the keeper said,And so, two thousand years ago today,They turned the mother of our Lord away.

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THE KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES

MARY HICKS VAN DER BURGH

"There shall be showers of blessings," ran the line;I looked on every side, but saw no sign,—The heavens seemed brass.

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I do not pray, O God, to Thee...

S. E. Kiser

I do not pray, O God, to TheeTo lift me high;I do not ask that there may beNo troubles IMust face in climbing up; I prayFor no man's help along the way.

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Gone, they tell me, is youth,...

William Newton Clarke

Gone, they tell me, is youth,Gone is the strength of my life;Nothing remains but decline,Nothing but age and decay.

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A PRAYER

GERTRUDE RING HOMANS.

Dear Lord, at such time as I am deniedRoom in the inn of some heart overfilled,Where I have sued for lodging, and asideMust turn for shelter, let regret be stilled.

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HOPE

WARWICK JAMES PRICE

Hope is no day-dream of a dim "perhaps,"Nor castle-building reverie, which sapsEndeavor of the present.

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The sun comes up; and I doubt if e'er...

Thomas J. Partridge

The sun comes up; and I doubt if e'erMan's eye beheld a morn so fair.

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Fear not, O little flock, the foe...

Fear not, O little flock, the foeWho madly seeks your overthrow;Dread not his rage and power;What though your courage sometimes faints?

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What is bounty but love in the giver,...

Theron Brown

What is bounty but love in the giver, That waits for no plea to bestow The evergreen boon of the river To the fields that are blessed by its flow?

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God give us men! A time like this demands...

John G. Holland

God give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the love of office cannot kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking:— For while the rabble with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! freedom weeps,Wrong rules the land, and waiting justice sleeps!