Be just at home; then write your scroll Of honor o'er the sea, And bid the broad Atlantic roll, A ferry of the free. Magnificent the grandeur of dome's beam Until it rests , hanging low yet agleam. To-day unbind the captive, So only are ye unbound; Lift up a people from the dust, Trump of their rescue, sound! That golden ball stares down at me like a haughty goddess, her duality shallow and hot. Heart too soft and will too weak To front the fate that crouches near,-- Dove beneath the vulture's beak;-- Will song dissuade the thirsty spear? I pray that when he comes out in 4 months time that he gives us peace. Think me not numbed or halt with age, Or cares that earth to earth engage, Caught with love's cord of twisted beams, Or mired by climate's gross extremes. Thou born for noblest life, For action's field, for victor's car, Thou living champion of the right? To these their penalty belonged: I grudge not these their bed of death, But thine to thee, who never wronged The poorest that drew breath. It is no wonder, I am confused.
Timely wise accept the terms, Soften the fall with wary foot; A little while Still plan and smile, And,--fault of novel germs,-- Mature the unfallen fruit. Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides. Fear not, then, thou child infirm, There's no god dare wrong a worm; Back to. No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill, I sit by the shining Fount of Life And pour the deluge still; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along the centuries From race on race the rarest flowers, My wreath shall nothing miss. It was better when they were the young whelps of great Arthur, the mighty fortress. Our real life is with Christ in God Colossians 3:3. The men who lived with him became Poets, for the air was fame.
Planting strange fruits and sunshine on the shore, I make some coast alluring, some lone isle, To distant men, who must go there, or die. As long as you are alive, you can make the present joyous by striving for a better future, for yourself, for what you lost. The rainbow shines his harbinger, The sunset gleams his smile. Will never my winds go sleep in the west? Speak out brave and truly Ere the darkness veil the land Should a brother workman dear Falter for a word of cheer? Long was the good man's sermon, Yet it seemed not so to me; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful, And still I thought of thee. Their deed of blood All mankind praise; Even the serene Reason says, It was well done. The mere thought of happiness that rushes through our veins, When we see someone we love, our crush, our family, the sunshine, If those were to fade away, a part of us would simply shatter, vanish, Rainclouds would keep away the sunshine in our life the heavy wind would brush through our hair and remind us of such great tragedies, Alike a sleeping terror, the chains of fate, the flow of time become; Meaningless, without what has been blown away like ash by a breeze, What you must not forget, will never lose, what wont change is.
The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. Moments like this always fading so soon When east meets west and our energies flow. Turn to God and he will hold your hand. She who is old, but nowise feeble, Pours her power into the people, Merry and manifold without bar, Makes and moulds them what they are, And what they call their city way Is not their way, but hers, And what they say they made to-day, They learned of the oaks and firs.
This poem has started me crying and I can't seem to stop. If you're confused by life, trust God anyway. His from youth the leader's look Gave the law which others took, And never poor beseeching glance Shamed that sculptured countenance. All alarms are in sequence, and all the passions worn thin. Most people don't look twice Unless it was infecting their gardens.
Go, cut down trees in the forest And trim the straightest boughs; Cut down trees in the forest And build me a wooden house. O bounteous seas that never fail! He has avenues to God Hid from men of Northern brain, Far beholding, without cloud, What these with slowest steps attain. So bloom the unfading petals five, And verses that all verse outlive. Yet not of these I muse In this ancestral place, But of a kindred face That never joy or hope shall here diffuse. All inborn power that could Consist with homage to the good Flamed from his martial eye; He who seemed a soldier born, He should have the helmet worn, All friends to fend, all foes defy, Fronting foes of God and man, Frowning down the evil-doer, Battling for the weak and poor. Good morning to Everyone Tweet Tweet! The Muse of men is coy, Oft courted will not come; In palaces and market squares Entreated, she is dumb; But my minstrel knows and tells The counsel of the gods, Knows of Holy Book the spells, Knows the law of Night and Day, And the heart of girl and boy, The tragic and the gay, And what is writ on Table Round Of Arthur and his peers; What sea and land discoursing say In sidereal years.
Doubt not, so long as earth has bread, Thou first and foremost shalt be fed; The Providence that is most large Takes hearts like thine in special charge, Helps who for their own need are strong, And the sky doats on cheerful song. May you always walk in sunshine and God's love around you flow, for the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know, it broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone, a part of us went with you, the day God called you home. There's not enough for this and that, Make thy option which of two; Economize the failing river, Not the less revere the Giver, Leave the many and hold the few. We found forgiveness as a family and have grown together in our faith. I create snow angels without snow, daisies watch with undisguised surprise.
Afar in the distance a cooing dove, beyond a lake that sparkles with a gleam, With wagtails and robins flying above A haven to cherish a scenic dream. . Then it is uprooted, stem and head. I too have arts and sorceries; Illusion dwells forever with the wave. She's a two-faced coin, purgatory masked by the promise of freedom from pained brains and scholarly shackles. Remember that sometimes the poor will give more than the rich. And ages drop in it like rain.
So forth and brighter fares my stream,-- Who drink it shall not thirst again; No darkness stains its equal gleam. Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond. Long she loved the Northman well; Now the iron age is done, She will not refuse to dwell With the offspring of the Sun; Foundling of the desert far, Where palms plume, siroccos blaze, He roves unhurt the burning ways In climates of the summer star. A day for toil, an hour for sport, But for a friend is life too short. That untold early love I leave untold to-day, My lips in whisper move Farewell to.