Poems

"O Ye of Little Faith"

CHRISTIAN BURKE

A sower sowed his seed, with doubts and fears;"I dare not hope," he said, "for fruitful ears; Poor hath the harvest been in other years.

Poem

A Prayer

ELIZABETH EARL JONES.

Oh lead and light me, all the rugged way, As a fond mother leads her little child;

Poem

The content of the worldling is not in his gold,Nor in wanton pleasures nor grasp of power,Though he striveth to gain these hour by hour,And yieldeth them homage till time is old;For stronger than passions or greed of gainIs his yearning for love, like a secret painThat no earthly treasures have yet consoled.

Poem

The hour is coming when men's holy church...

The hour is coming when men's holy churchShall melt away in ever-widening walls,And be for all mankind, and in its placeA mightier church shall come, whose covenant wordShall be the deeds of love.

Poem

Enough to Know

FRANCIS S. CLARK.

I Rest content, whate'er betide,For love and peace with me abide;I care not how my footsteps go;God guides! This is enough to know.

Poem

The Builders

Edwin Markham with contributions from Edward Everett

I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.

Poem

Lots of time for lots of things...

with contributions from Arthur Helps

Lots of time for lots of things,Though it's said that time has wings.

Poem

The Singing Shepherd

Annie Fields

The shepherd climbed the hill through dark and light;And on and on he went,Higher and higher still,Seeking a pasture hidden in the height.

Poem

The Isles of Quiet

John Vance Cheney

The Isles of Quiet lie beyond the years,Hoar prophets say it; yet, for all the tears,I doubt the saying of the seers.

Poem

If we all Did our Best

SAMUEL GREENWOOD

If we all did our best, my struggling brother,To be what God made us, for self and each other,What kindlier hearts and happier facesWould brighten the gloom of earth's desolate places!What healing of heartaches, of sorrow and sadness,What tides of good-will, what flowing of gladness,Would flood this old earth with the glory of heaven,If we all were but true to our nature God-given!