John Mccrae God Poems

  • 1.
    Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
    Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
    Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
    I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,
    ...
  • 2.
    “Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine.”


    I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
    ...
  • 3.
    “. . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
    and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name.”
    Chronicle.

    ...
  • 4.
    Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
    To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
    A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
    Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.
    ...
  • 5.
    I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn,
    To whom came one in angel guise and said,
    “Is it for labour that a man is born?
    Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!”
    ...
  • 6.
    The day is past and the toilers cease;
    The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey,
    And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace
    At the close of day.
    ...
  • 7.
    I saw a King, who spent his life to weave
    Into a nation all his great heart thought,
    Unsatisfied until he should achieve
    The grand ideal that his manhood sought;
    ...
  • 8.
    I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
    Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
    And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
    One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
    ...
Total 8 God Poems by John Mccrae

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