- Unbelief
Your chosen grasp the torch of faith--the key
Of very certainty is theirs to hold.
They read Your word in messages of gold.
Lord, what of us who have no light to see
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- Magdalen
My father took me by the hand
And led me home again;
(He brought me in from sorrow
As you'd bring a child from rain).
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- The Broken Lute
Good-bye, my song--I, who found words for sorrow,
Offer my joy to-day a useless lute.
In the deep night I sang me of the morrow;
The sun is on my face and I am mute.
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- Beauty
Sometimes, slow moving through unlovely days,
The need to look on beauty falls on me
As on the blind the anguished wish to see,
As on the dumb the urge to rage or praise;
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- Black Sheep
"Black Sheep, Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?"
"That I have, my Master,
Three bags full."
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