Poems

HUMILITY

ALONE! with Thee, O God! O Love divine, so tender, true, and sweet, What, but for Thee, would be my pangs this night! Pangs of regret for that dead past To which we mortals ever cling, Except when, lifted high by truth's fair wing, Soaring amid the ether blue of heaven's own vault, We see the radiant beyond; And know no more the buried past, But to that past our earthly hopes and sorrows fling— Fling as a garment that is worn too long And waxen old and tattered grown.

LAUS DEO

With promises my garden teems.

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Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

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"THY KINGDOM COME."

"Thy kingdom come.

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WATCH

Watch !Not on the moated towerOf your cherished castle walls,To see that only friendly footUpon the drawbridge falls;

AWAKENING

O Love , that to the cry of our poor heartsStands ever-ready with an answer sweet,In this fair spring-time of a soul reborn,We lay our offerings humbly at Thy feet.

"ALWAY."

"Lo , I am with you alway"—blest assurance!No doubts torment me now, no fears assail,I face life's battle with a calm endurance,The truth my sword, and love my coat of mail.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

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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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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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BABEL

Ages ago, when mortal mind was young,But not innocuous, it essayed to buildTo heaven a tower.

"STAND STILL."

Ye shall not need to fight—stand still!Not fight, and yon great hostSwiftly advancing, grimly bent on strife?

THE WAVE

I POUR my voice upon the unresting shore,A sigh, a song, a rhapsody, a roar:And 'neath the golden sunI fly and float and run,And fling the sparkling pearls upon the airFrom out my gleaming hair.

OUR LIFE

O God, our Life, upon whose tender breastAs trustful babes our heart should ever rest,Knowing that evil hath nor place nor part,Nor any voice nor kingdom where Thou art.
Since Father Time stands still, and heaven is here,And all eternity is ours by gift,Should we not learn from God — yes, know, indeed,That every cloud contains a friendly rift?

LONGING

Come that unshadowed dayWhen naught but good shall be,And mortals, wearily,No more shall cast awayThe blossoms, withered, sere,That but an hour agone,Dew-fragrant with the dawn.