Poems

HUSBANDRY

For the earth bringeth forth fruit of herself; first the blade, then the ear, after that the full corn in the ear.

ON A FLY-LEAF OF SHAKESPEARE

Were there no other proofs for us to see,O mighty Bard, thou and they like to thee,Like th' rainbow proves the sunlight, prove to meThe stature of man's immortality.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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MY SHIP

Midnight, and the angry, storm-rocked sea;The mad, wild pageantry of dashing waves.

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TRUE SEEKING

To Him who stays the waste of winds and waves,Who shapes the tender forms of flowers and leaves,And in the glow of sky at dawn and nightReflects the vision of a lovelier light,I make my prayer.

DAY BY DAY

As you go upon your way,On your duties day by day,Be you grave or be you gay,—Speak a kindly word!

THE SEAMLESS ROBE

It was my hour of need.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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"THINE IS THE GLORY"

To Thee alone the praise,O Love divine!I did but know Thy truth,And let it shine.

THE MORNING

I look to Thee, Thou God of right,My refuge, fortress, my delight,Each breaking day.

THE PRACTITIONER

He dips, and gives from out the well of TruthA quenching draught, when straightway life and youthQuicken to being, as the springtime shootStirs all a-tremble in some brown old root.

THE PRAYER OF FAITH

Look, mother dear! see how my feet are firm upon thefloor!And there my little crutches lie, outside the open door.

THE LISTENING EAR

When at dawn the breeze came bringingMusic faint, in olden morns.

VISION AND EXPERIENCE

'Tis well to see with holy eyesThe vision on the mountain-height,But now the valley, with its needs,Must know our deeds of holy might:A might made possible by Truth,That comes with garments pure and white,To heal the sick and sinful ones,And lead them to the mountain-height.