Poems

Christmas Bells

FRANCES A. HALDANE

The merry bells at Christmas—tideFling out their golden chimes of cheer,While all the earth a moment staysIts toil, in happiness to hear.

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Love's Prophecy Fulfilled

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

Ring out, ye silvery chimes, this Christmas morn!Once more on earth a Bethlehem babe is born.

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'Tw as not a hurt, reproachful friend who spokeTo that brave woman standing by the tomb,Seeking to pierce the early morning gloomBefore the less indebted ones awoke;For she had dared to be herself, to goAs her untutored richness led, to loveThe best she knew, though he seemed far aboveHer, lying shamed by those who made her so.

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It Is Well with the Child

MYRTLE B. S. JACKSON

I know not where my loved one may be lying,In field or forest, or by town or sea,Whether on earth or in the gray clouds flying—I only know he cannot come to me.

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You will not compass your poor ends...

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You will not compass your poor endsOf barley-feeding and material ease,Without the poet's individualismTo work your universal.

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Christmas Giving

FRANCIS C. GEORGE

Should we but once in all the long full yearBestow some token of the love we bear,—Love with each day new born, more sweet, more fair;Born with youth's eagerness to speak, to hear,To give, to take its proper meed of cheer?

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Trinity

VICTOR BUCHANAN

Beyond the sun that floods the earth with lightAnd brings the day to dawn on mortal sight,Beyond the moon that glorifies the nightAnd myriad stars that make the heavens bright,Is Life eternal, known to us as God.

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In the Forever Now

M. GORDON INGLIS

He liveth on in hearts whose deep perception Lies in the truth uplifting and divine; In deeds more noble than the world's conception He liveth on.

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"A still small voice"

ISABEL SHERRICK WARDELL

"Oh, where is God?

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The Great Surrender

S. CAMPBELL

How tenderly, when we were little children,As evening came they took away our toys,Knowing that night brings rest for tired people;And as we weeping left our childish joys,How gentle were the arms then folded round us,How quiet was the voice that bade us rest,Whispered our toys would all be there tomorrowAnd sleep was best.