Poems

To Solitude

"The world is too much with us; late and soon.
What is more wonderful than answered prayer?

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'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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Thy habitation, O most High,Invisible to mortal eye,To sense so far and yet so near,The secret place,—Thy presence here.

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Tonight

No herald bells proclaim this nightA welcome to the King,Yet through the darkness of despairThe angels softly sing.

Truth's Vestal Dawn

The very hills 'round Bethlehem teemed with song.

Gratitude

I THANK thee, Father! O that I might knowThe meaning of those gracious words, that flowFrom humble hearts up to the eternal fountOf Love; and thence, returning, do anointThe brows of pain with peace, and to the gloomOf earth-bound prisons bring light's balm and bloom!

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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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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A Reading from Nature

Drifting in from the moaning sea,Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,The gray fog shuts down drearilyOn all my world;Till the outer bar is a distant sound,And the children's tent but a misty mound,And the trees dim sentries set around,Their standards furled.

Sympathy

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.

Waiting

There sat alone at eventide,Outside a great church door,A ragged outcast of the street,Sin-stained and sick and poor.

Love's Presence

Seems dark and lone the way?

Unmoved

A GIFT of love and joy so bright, so pure,—Roses and heliotrope, gay and demure.

"Except ye repent"

How oft upon the fretful voice of oceanHave I not heard the carping, canting quest,How would ye heal by your divine devotionIf ye should fall — as fall perchance the best —And break some bone?