Song-waves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABA CCDC EEFE GGHG IIBI JJBJ KKLK LLML LNLL OPQO LLLL RRFR SSDS LLDL TTNT SSSS UVSV SSWS XXLX SSDS NNDN LLDL SSDS LLFL NNLN LLSL SSSS YYSY GGSG SSFS NNSN ZZFZ NNSN SSDS A2A2SA2 LLFL SSDS NNSN B2C2SC2 SSD2S SSSS SSWS A2A2SA2 SSSS LLAL E2E2FE2 DDWD LLLL F2F2LF2 FFDF G2G2LG2 SSLS SSSS SSH2S SSSS SSWS LLFL SSSS LLNL SSLS G2G2NG2 A2A2SA2 VVSV I2I2I2I2 LLSL LLFL I2I2AI2 NNLN DDFD SSI2S LLFL LLFL DDLD SSAS FFDF DDI2D SSNS SSI2S I2I2FI2 SSNS NNI2N C2C2FC2 SSNS LLSL YYNY SSSS SSWS NNI2N SSLS J2J2DW SSDS SSNS K2C2FC2 SSLS NNDN DDLD SSNS I2I2NI2 SSL2S I2I2FI2 SSI2S FFFF SSLS I2I2FI2 I2I2NI2 SSLS NNNN LLDL LLI2L SSI2S B2C2I2K2 M2M2I2M2 NNI2N JJSJ NNDN DDND NNDN SSNS SSLS LLI2L SSSS SSDS I2I2SI2 LLDL N2N2I2N2 NNI2N NNSN SSSS LLWL NNDN LLNL NNI2N LLWL LLSL SSI2S LLI2L LLSL I2I2SI2 LLI2L LLDL LLI2O2 LLLL SSDS LLI2L LLDO2 M2M2NM2 LLSL LLNL DDAD LLSL P2P2LP2 SSI2S SSNS I2I2SI2 LLNL LLSL I2I2DI2 SSSS DDSD N2N2LN2 M2M2LM2 I2LLL NNI2N LLLL LLLL SSI2S LLNL B2B2DC2 LLLL I2I2SI2 LLSL SSI2S LLML SSSS I2I2M2I2 LLSL I2I2DI2 LLSL NNSN SSSS LLSL NNLN SSLS NNNN I2I2SI2 DDI2D LLNL LLI2L LLSL LLLL I2I2LI2 LLDL SSLS SSSS LLLL SSNS LLI2L DDDD SSLS LLSL SSM2S DDAD NNNN SSI2S Q2Q2LQ2 SSNS I2I2LI2 LLI2L DDMD NNLN C2C2SK2 LLSL LLLL SSLS LLI2L SSLS P2P2SP2 AALA LLLL I2I2I2I2 LLSL DDM2D SSSS I2I2LI2 NNNN P2P2LP2 SSSS P2P2DP2 I2I2NI2 I2I2LI2 LLM2L LLNL LLNL SSI2SO soul that art essential change | A |
Bickering beams a flutter strange | A |
Lightning of thought and gust of passion | B |
A silver thread in this mountain range | A |
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The waters of thy shimmering rill | C |
More real are they than granite hill | C |
Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling | D |
Nourish a life of enduring will | C |
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The sun and moon from spacious height | E |
And stars may crumble into night | E |
Why shouldst thou cease to move forever | F |
A living glow of eternal light | E |
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Spirit of Song life's golden ray | G |
That burneth in this house of clay | G |
Despite the stress of blast and tempest | H |
To quench the flickering light and play | G |
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Rapture of seraphs bright thou art | I |
Yet kindlest in the human heart | I |
The fluid soul's upbreathed emotion | B |
Whose light shines clear as a star apart | I |
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A fairer light of sweeter fame | J |
Than science knows to praise or blame | J |
Wherein the soul has open vision | B |
And feels the glow of His holy flame | J |
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Impressions vast and vague flow in | K |
From Somewhat that to me is kin | K |
Shall I assemble them all careless | L |
In the mind's garret or waste dust bin | K |
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Nay In solution in the soul's | L |
Own hot equators frosty poles | L |
I'll more and more their import cherish | M |
Their deeps on deeps to my shelving shoals | L |
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O heart with tentacles in sea | L |
Like oral disked anemone | N |
Taste thou the wine of shoreless oceans | L |
And feed on food that was meant for thee | L |
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'Tis fit the bloodroot in white hood | O |
Should brave the parting winter's mood | P |
Come thou pale violet streaked sweet scented | Q |
Beside the runs of this tempered wood | O |
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I hunger for thy gentle face | L |
Sweetest of all the wildwood race | L |
O flower at once ideal and essence | L |
Why stayest thou from thy wonted place | L |
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Thou art not dead Nay when death crept | R |
Upon thy form thy full life leapt | R |
Defiance at the harsh destroyer | F |
And slept as seed Thou hast overslept | R |
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The sweep O heart of Love's account | S |
Hearken I am of life the Fount | S |
All are within My deeps of Being | D |
The toiling city the sea the mount | S |
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Yea when thou cleav'st the pillared tree | L |
Raisest the stone I am with thee | L |
Darkness and light flux and becoming | D |
Signal My presence and ceaselessly | L |
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Regard Me not as though afar | T |
Ope thine heart's eyes and lo My Star | T |
Burns 'neath Time's vesture true Shekinah | N |
Centre and Soul of the things that are | T |
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Superbest power with sweetness wed | S |
The inner eye doth overspread | S |
And vasts of nature blend as beauty | S |
Suffused with awe at the Fountain Head | S |
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The stream of power that floweth here | U |
I see in pageant of the year | V |
Aye shimmering as light and shadow | S |
A wonderment on the verge of fear | V |
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The world's not dead but animate | S |
And gives as free to mean as great | S |
Wealth of true power is not a kingdom | W |
Of time and place but the soul's estate | S |
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Above the scarred cliff's iron brow | X |
There speeds the fruitful crooked plow | X |
While on the soft west wind come odors | L |
Of plumy pine and of balsam bough | X |
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Here at the base another sight | S |
It ceaseth not by day nor night | S |
Ormudz and Ahriman contending | D |
Destroyer dark and White Soul of light | S |
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Bared by life's ever beating brine | N |
The rocky bases that define | N |
Of good and ill the place of meeting | D |
Be bugle call to this heart of mine | N |
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After the winds there is surcease | L |
Take courage heart and be at peace | L |
The printless beach all combed and shining | D |
In beauty lies with its windrow fleece | L |
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Impetuous as a torrent's speed | S |
White horses raced this watery mead | S |
With manes of chrysoprase aflowing | D |
Each neighing loud to its neighbour steed | S |
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The wastes that finger pebbly shores | L |
Unplowed by ship nor cut by oars | L |
His music wake as sweet as attar | F |
And flash in light as the heavenly floors | L |
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Filled oft with portents oft withdrawn | N |
My inward skies from earliest dawn | N |
To this full hour have borne their witness | L |
Of one who out of the darkness shone | N |
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The soul is dowered with awful things | L |
Mystic as sound of unseen wings | L |
The sense of God of Law of Duty | S |
Of Life and Destiny Signet rings | L |
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Flash on these fingers of one hand | S |
The Hand of God The mean the grand | S |
Tremble beneath the fearsome covert | S |
Till lurid sky with the Rainbow's spanned | S |
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Who loveth not the elm tree fair | Y |
A fountain green in summer air | Y |
Whose tremulous spray cools the faint meadow | S |
And croons to all of a careless care | Y |
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It shades the city's paven way | G |
Where redbreast knows the white moon's ray | G |
It sentinels the moss grown homestead | S |
And waits the men of a coming day | G |
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Its curving lines that fill the sight | S |
Like mellow meteor's path of light | S |
Or orb d spring of walls of azure | F |
My spirit greet from the infinite | S |
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Men plow and sow while moves the sun | N |
Away away from work begun | N |
Ofttimes they've heard Seedtime and harvest | S |
Are sure the word of the Sovereign One | N |
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We link our deeds with law supreme | Z |
In field and flood in wood and stream | Z |
We test Omnipotence by labor | F |
And reap rewards of no idle dream | Z |
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Obedience is the astringent wine | N |
That's quaffed by strenuous souls and fine | N |
Of cloudy doubt the heavenly solvent | S |
The Christ's elixir of life divine | N |
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Doubt flies before the truth that's quired | S |
When earth in living green 's attired | S |
As ghosts before the daystar's rising | D |
The grass is ever God finger spired | S |
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When life is low my awe stirred soul | A2 |
No vision has of nature's whole | A2 |
It would unsheathe a weapon naked | S |
And cut the bands of divine control | A2 |
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The Nazarene knows no decrease | L |
He shed His beams on Rome and Greece | L |
O radiant is His word Consider | F |
The springing grass and have rest and peace | L |
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The bird of needle beak and breast | S |
Of orange flame doth weave its nest | S |
At tip of branch a cradle swinging | D |
To all the airs of the south and west | S |
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Who schooled thy needle to begin | N |
Its forth and back and out and in | N |
Till plaited cot a gourd like pendant | S |
Shall temper winds to thy first of kin | N |
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Thy sun bright mate his joy to prove | B2 |
Flutes sweet his ardors from above | C2 |
O golden robin skyey nested | S |
Thou rockest safe in the arms of Love | C2 |
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Pure lily open on the breast | S |
Of toiling waters' much unrest | S |
Thy simple soul mounts up in worship | D2 |
Like ecstasy of a spirit blest | S |
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Thy wealth of ivory and gold | S |
All that thou hast thou dost unfold | S |
Fixed in the unseen thy life breathes upward | S |
A heavenly essence from out earth's mould | S |
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Now comes the chill and dusk of night | S |
Folds up thy precious gold and white | S |
Thy casket sinks within veiled bosom | W |
To ope the richer in morrow's light | S |
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Revolving without rest and goal | A2 |
The way of life of budding soul | A2 |
From seed to leaf and stalk I see it | S |
From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole | A2 |
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About the Daystar God indwelt | S |
It turneth to His influence felt | S |
Till dusk beam smitten into daylight | S |
It in the palpitant heavens doth melt | S |
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Lift lift ye gates of endless noons | L |
That entrance yield on God's own boons | L |
Of liberty as law in fruitage | A |
And timeless months of transcendent Junes | L |
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O June has lit her splendid lamp | E2 |
In the broad meadow lush and damp | E2 |
Where loves the brook in loops to loiter | F |
And tufted vernal to pitch its camp | E2 |
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Last night she veiled the starlit sky | D |
And walked beside the brook so shy | D |
She took from out her beating bosom | W |
A lighted orchis and passed on high | D |
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At dawn July came o'er the hills | L |
O light of eye and deep heart thrills | L |
As she beheld the glowing orchis | L |
Whose splendor now all the meadow fills | L |
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A quiet breath distils in calm | F2 |
And fills the fields with honeyed balm | F2 |
It cools the rose's cheek and rolleth | L |
In drops of dew on the poppy's palm | F2 |
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Each crystal globe filled full of fire | F |
And flashing like a color pyre | F |
All heavened beneath the eye of morning | D |
To sate the hunger of day's desire | F |
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O Breath divine that form and hue | G2 |
And ecstasy of light and blue | G2 |
Gave to Orion and the Pleiads | L |
Thou hast begotten the orbs of dew | G2 |
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Far off and veiled it seems to me | S |
The face of yester dreamy sea | S |
That breathed so soft its shining waters | L |
Pungent with odors of rosemary | S |
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No sculptured arabesque to day | S |
But unhewn strength in mighty play | S |
That heaves the ship on bursting billow | S |
And smites the cliff in its ancient way | S |
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Beneath its silken vestments beat | S |
A lion heart of jungle heat | S |
Its couchant soul delights in battle | H2 |
To fell the rock and to whelm the fleet | S |
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Vast promise is the sea and vast | S |
Its pain Its secret is held fast | S |
Now hope's wide open eye and sunny | S |
And now a weeping and wailing past | S |
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I have a grievance unredrest | S |
That stings my heart and rends my breast | S |
Perhaps it gathers in its bosom | W |
The sorrows wild of the world's opprest | S |
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Deformity or pain unstrings | L |
The music of the soul of things | L |
Ah suns burn bright in eyes of panther | F |
And lightnings leap in the eagle's wings | L |
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Calm soul unkindled by the sight | S |
Of open heavens at noon of night | S |
Thou'lt dread the fires of day of judgment | S |
When roll the skies as a parchment slight | S |
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He waits not for that upward gaze | L |
The world is full of judgment days | L |
And every night the page is written | N |
An atheist or Behold he prays | L |
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Ah me These lights so manifold | S |
So silvern new so golden old | S |
Do witness swift like fires of vengeance | L |
Against indifferent hearts and cold | S |
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There are no solitudes to view | G2 |
The whole world lies in drop of dew | G2 |
From where it hangs all space is open | N |
It neighbors stars of the crystal blue | G2 |
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This open vision has my soul | A2 |
Athrill with silent organ roll | A2 |
Of immanence divine and feels it | S |
Upgather all in harmonious whole | A2 |
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Deep waves of God's vast music clear | V |
That pulse one choral atmosphere | V |
Of Love's concordant purposes and | S |
Fore score the song of His golden year | V |
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If mighty angels fair and tall | I2 |
Each robed as priestly seneschal | I2 |
On altar suns burn incense daily | I2 |
As wheel the systems to Love's sweet call | I2 |
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Earth's sun is sure an altar rose | L |
Abloom from dawn to day's bright close | L |
The mighty angel stoops above it | S |
With pulsing wings as it golden glows | L |
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To fan the incense waves through space | L |
When buds the light or folds its grace | L |
He lifts erect his glorious stature | F |
Kindling the sky from his ruddy face | L |
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Across the hills the cattle call | I2 |
As black the boding shadows fall | I2 |
Zigzag the lightning writes its message | A |
That's thundered forth from the mountain wall | I2 |
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From out the overhanging frown | N |
The loosened rain comes rattling down | N |
The swallow's gone the daisy cowers | L |
But joy to fields in their tan and brown | N |
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The burnished cypher of the sky | D |
Now lets the loud tongued thunder die | D |
Nature's delight a timeless rapture | F |
Glows in her face and rekindled eye | D |
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The trees of God the prophet said | S |
Great trees with sap and laurelled head | S |
Ay trees of God all strength all beauty | I2 |
Wove by invisible Hand and thread | S |
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With anchors flexed as lissome withe | L |
With boles like mighty monolith | L |
These arms of brawn outstretched in power | F |
To brave the storms that would test their pith | L |
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Lords of the scene in blasts and calms | L |
The breath of life within their palms | L |
They rhythmic sway in choral murmur | F |
While seas and suns chant their rolling psalms | L |
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The flecks of gold that glorify | D |
The forest floors to loving eye | D |
Withdraw from me a splendor lingers | L |
On trees of God in their crowns on high | D |
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And as the arch with stars is sprent | S |
I hear balm dew from firmament | S |
Drip richly from their whispering leafage | A |
To soothe the fields to a sweet content | S |
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In bloom of dark they softly stir | F |
Till arrowy dawn the shadow blur | F |
Dispels God's tingling kiss of morning | D |
On oak and maple and pine and fir | F |
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The ideal is a lifting sky | D |
Wherein my soul may upward fly | D |
It moveth as I onward journey | I2 |
Solace of heart and the light of eye | D |
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Spirit to spirit Thus is wrought | S |
All that uplifts the world of thought | S |
Or wings the soul with aspiration | N |
By which the life to its height is brought | S |
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Great souls the mount of vision trod | S |
While plumy fire their sandals shod | S |
They saw the unseen and eternal | I2 |
O life is life when 'tis seen in God | S |
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The spirit firm and swelling soul | I2 |
Are heart of noble self control | I2 |
Sources of power transmuting danger | F |
To clarion call to the man as whole | I2 |
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'Tis courage helms the bark that's tost | S |
By wild typhoon or swept by frost | S |
While sailing life's surprising ocean | N |
Strike sail to fear and the bark is lost | S |
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O muse thou sing'st no siren strain | N |
To him who plows this heaven domed main | N |
Thy starry eyes look down all wistful | I2 |
On souls that toy with a tangled skein | N |
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Man's highest word as God's above | C2 |
The golden word of words is love | C2 |
Its whisper is the soul's one rapture | F |
Its voice the voice of the brooding dove | C2 |
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Immortal rose of joy elate | S |
Thy perfume's waft by palace gate | S |
Or hovel door in cloud or sunshine | N |
That breath of Eden which all hearts wait | S |
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Ensouled in clay man's glory is | L |
Yet love dilates this soul of his | L |
Till chrysalis of earth be shattered | S |
And comes the answer to Psyche's quiz | L |
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Love bows herself in holy prayer | Y |
To worship ever the All Fair | Y |
She coins her heart in largess golden | N |
And beggars self on her altar stair | Y |
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Love lifts her hands that liker yet | S |
To One whom on the way she met | S |
All hearts may glow as sea to sky light | S |
Till earth shall never its heaven forget | S |
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Love bears upon her ardent breast | S |
The fainting ones in east and west | S |
And yearning cries Let come Thy kingdom | W |
Be Thou of sorrowing hearts the guest | S |
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As on a hill top near the sun | N |
The stars are unseen every one | N |
While from its base within the valley | I2 |
Their festal pomp is e'en now begun | N |
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So lowly lives 'mid shadows passed | S |
Have higher skies above them massed | S |
See galaxies and constellations | L |
The many mansions o'er them englassed | S |
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Encamped am I earth's not my home | J2 |
The glory flashing 'neath yon dome | J2 |
Refusing to be leashed like music | D |
Supernal is and it beckons Come | W |
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Sunshine O soul is not a mood | S |
Open the life unto the good | S |
The great sun globes itself at morning | D |
In dewy lawns but 'tis dark in wood | S |
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Up up and purge thy spirit's sight | S |
See wheeling wings superb in flight | S |
Of golden eagle's aspiration | N |
E'en thus aspire to the Central Light | S |
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In loom divine the clouds are wove | K2 |
And shot with hues of irised dove | C2 |
The blinding shafts of light to temper | F |
With airy curtains of Love's own love | C2 |
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A bird on sudden as I write | S |
Through open door in eager flight | S |
Seeks refuge from a falcon's talons | L |
Upon my breast in its fearful plight | S |
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Slight bird and dark in olive green | N |
With yellow throat thy living sheen | N |
Doth come and go with thy heart's throbbing | D |
Safe safe art thou from his talons keen | N |
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I am as God to thee poor thing | D |
Now take thee to thy heaven and sing | D |
A virelay for thy deliverance | L |
Sweet vireo of the olive wing | D |
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Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood | S |
Thou call'st me back to my childhood | S |
Thy aromatic odors waken | N |
A thousand echoes I hear the good | S |
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Old man of God long haired and tall | I2 |
In the old church to great and small | I2 |
His lightning message give and listen | N |
The echoing thunder that rolled o'er all | I2 |
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The tiny child twirls oft its spray | S |
Of southernwood 'tis a far day | S |
Yet fresh I smell the keen aroma | L2 |
See arms ahovering Let us pray | S |
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I feel the season's dreamy call | I2 |
In hawkbit asters 'pyeweed tall | I2 |
Glory of August ere September | F |
Trumpet the note of the hasting fall | I2 |
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A flash in crystal waters cold | S |
O dream in silver red and gold | S |
The speckled trout above the gravel | I2 |
Lies by the rock where the stream is rolled | S |
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Grasshoppers chirp and crickets chir | F |
The rich tagged alders nod and pur | F |
The kine bells drowse the distant pasture | F |
All nature waits for the coming stir | F |
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This golden browed September land | S |
Is rich of heart and free of hand | S |
Fresh from the mint of God and taintless | L |
Are flung her guineas of gold like sand | S |
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Here where the road winds round the hill | I2 |
And down beside the tidal mill | I2 |
Marsh goldenrod and its plumed sister | F |
Their spangled ore in a largess spill | I2 |
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The Sabbath sabbatize said He | I2 |
This gold is sacred unto me | I2 |
Rich gift of God unknown of mammon | N |
Kingdom of Heaven by the roadside free | I2 |
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I keep one picture in my heart | S |
To be of life a cherished part | S |
A picture waiting yet its canvas | L |
From master hand of divinest art | S |
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A wan blind man and Christ sun brown | N |
Hand in His hand are walking down | N |
The throng d street into the open | N |
Beyond the walls of Bethsaida town | N |
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Light of the world with night in kiss | L |
Pathetic scene a scene of bliss | L |
The rayless eyes are touched to healing | D |
Was ever picture so sweet as this | L |
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As turns my heart its crimson leaves | L |
And life's own diary freshly weaves | L |
I see the pages glow intenser | I2 |
A wondrous story my bosom heaves | L |
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Beneath the careless lines there writ | S |
Appear in beauty clear sunlit | S |
Mysterious Love's own tender story | I2 |
How this poor heart to His own was knit | S |
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Mine mine while moons the waters move | B2 |
Mine while Heaven lasts and Love is Love | C2 |
Methinks He hid this sweet love favor | I2 |
That I might find it my treasure trove | K2 |
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Sure in this realm of Sense and Time | M2 |
Passes an endless pantomime | M2 |
Of life and thought whose tone and color | I2 |
A shadow is of a heavenly prime | M2 |
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The rose unfolds from the unseen | N |
It was not to the senses keen | N |
'Tis broken to the vision softly | I2 |
A crown of crowns of the summer's green | N |
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In hushed and breathless Beauty's name | J |
From out the veiled deeps as flame | J |
It comes a thing of sense of spirit | S |
And passeth out by the way it came | J |
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All day an ashen light serene | N |
Has brooded o'er this longed for scene | N |
Its tints and damask flush all hiding | D |
As if obscured by a dusky screen | N |
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Here when a child I used to lie | D |
For hours and watch the clouds go by | D |
See the black shadows climb the mountain | N |
Or safely ride o'er the billowy rye | D |
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O Beauty shy as sylvan run | N |
Demure as some sweet hooded nun | N |
And wrapt about with grey of gloaming | D |
Unveil thy face to the sinking sun | N |
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Never before has my ear heard | S |
A sweeter music passion stirred | S |
Nor depth and purity so azurn | N |
Of breathing dawn and of morning bird | S |
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She comes in heyday of her blood | S |
Over the groves and waiting flood | S |
The air is vital with her presence | L |
And banners wave from the woodbine's bud | S |
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AEolian sylphs touch soft their lutes | L |
Brooks tinkle tinkle past the roots | L |
As Beauty hidden in the cover | I2 |
Fingers the stops of her melting flutes | L |
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Dimly beheld thou excellent | S |
Ideal of grace 'tis ravishment | S |
To breathe thy atmosphere O Beauty | S |
Whene'er thou stirr'st in thy greening tent | S |
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I cannot see thee as thou art | S |
Nor trace thy goings but in part | S |
O dearer thus like starry music | D |
Half heard that thrills with its string my heart | S |
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If thou shouldst part thy sheeny veil | I2 |
And strike thy fires my heart would quail | I2 |
Beneath the eye of naked glory | S |
The molten sun as the moon be pale | I2 |
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Fair as the light on fire tipt hills | L |
From out her hollow hand she spills | L |
The pale and powdery moonbeams sifting | D |
O'er sleeping farms and the winking rills | L |
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The silvered leaves smile in their sleep | N2 |
Headlands their hoary watches keep | N2 |
The glimmering ships the moonglade furrow | I2 |
The path where beauty fore walks the deep | N2 |
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And now the powdery beam is thrown | N |
On marguerite and pearl moonstone | N |
On fluffy bird with wing aweary | I2 |
Soft dreaming child 'tis her silver blown | N |
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With lathe of viewless hyaline | N |
She shapes the shell and scale and fin | N |
Dropping unseen her pearls of moonlight | S |
And blushes all as her kith and kin | N |
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Distaff of light is in her hand | S |
From which she spins the lily and | S |
The sendal robes of field and forest | S |
With dewy odors in every strand | S |
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And from her snow white palette's dyes | L |
She paints the peacock's hundred eyes | L |
The robin's egg the apple blossom | W |
And domes the world with her sapphire skies | L |
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Her steps fall sweet as summer rain | N |
And lull to dream the thoughts of pain | N |
O glowing grass O violet skyey | D |
Ye hint of something of fairer grain | N |
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She outruns sympathy of crowds | L |
Her dwelling is above the clouds | L |
She stoops to kiss the rose to crimson | N |
Her face no featureless mask enshrouds | L |
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Her chatelaine's of amber fine | N |
No hue of coming autumn's wine | N |
But she outpours from tawny beaker | I2 |
And fills each grape of the swelling vine | N |
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Celestial sweetness swift outstrips | L |
The light unleashed of its eclipse | L |
A fire of dew burns in her bosom | W |
And steady glows through her eyes and lips | L |
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She holds fair forms of ferns and seeds | L |
Lichens and fruits and burnished reeds | L |
And pours in wake of mellow harvest | S |
Splendors of flame on the leaves and weeds | L |
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O give give me my own of that | S |
Which sweeps and circles like the bat | S |
Around me as I walk in ether | I2 |
O fair Divine at whose feet I've sat | S |
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Unnumbered traits shine in thy face | L |
Harmonious blent in Time and Space | L |
Ideal of form of tone of color | I2 |
Of thought emotion and deed O Grace | L |
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Ay me I speak familiar words | L |
Thou art a presence of my Lord's | L |
Spirit of splendor thou O Beauty | S |
That lights His brow and that crowns and girds | L |
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O Christ Thou bright Heaven's Morning Star | I2 |
In whom all live and move and are | I2 |
Thou Chiefest altogether lovely | S |
Beauty in Time is Thy avatar | I2 |
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The scarlet arch of evening fills | L |
Heights o'er the vapor laden hills | L |
With brilliant samite robes that flutter | I2 |
Something beneath that my spirit thrills | L |
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O Infinite and Whom I bless | L |
Glow of embodied perfectness | L |
O Sea of supersensuous Being | D |
Whose tides the unutterable express | L |
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This this it was that Plato saw | L |
On back of Heaven Let self withdraw | L |
From this o'ermastering light and splendor | I2 |
These rolling waves of a trembling awe | O2 |
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This tiny life with exquisite wings | L |
Is one with all earth's moving things | L |
The light that burns in great Arcturus | L |
Is tinct with gold of our wedding rings | L |
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In every fibre every jot | S |
The universe is one I wot | S |
Great God Thou'rt One and we Thy offspring | D |
Can see some angles of Thy wide thought | S |
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Thy footprints mark the ageless years | L |
Thy hand authenticates the spheres | L |
The voice of Time the hush eternal | I2 |
One anthem sound in Thy listening ears | L |
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Philosophy doth dig and draw | L |
Instinct translateth into law | L |
The universe in one God dwelling | D |
The poet's vision forekenned with awe | O2 |
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He is a seer in night of Time | M2 |
Casting red foregleams in his rhyme | M2 |
Of rising stars on man's horizon | N |
Herald of truth of a choral clime | M2 |
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Impassioned truth from inward deeps | L |
That oft like lightning sudden leaps | L |
From darkness blazing a far pathway | S |
To hills of God which the sunlight steeps | L |
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The infinite in grand repose | L |
Moves under life's tempestuous throes | L |
As move the waters deep of ocean | N |
Far 'neath the ship when the tempest blows | L |
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The cloud rack streams across the sky | D |
The breaking billows threaten high | D |
These are Time's shadows on the voyage | A |
And bring the infinite Presence nigh | D |
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All sunlit seas in joyous dance | L |
Might show life but as happy chance | L |
Nor hint of One who saves divinely | S |
My faith is linked with deliverance | L |
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Two lives made one the man and wife | P2 |
A mystic thing to world of strife | P2 |
Serenity of oneness wholeness | L |
Repose of love as the law of life | P2 |
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Uncaught by skill of painter's art | S |
There glows a radiance of the heart | S |
In which the naked truth as sculpture | I2 |
Is seen in colorless calm apart | S |
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A luminous calm of spiritual light | S |
Dissolving drop serene of sight | S |
Oft gathering o'er the eye of reason | N |
And robing day in the folds of night | S |
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The mirrored silence of this pool | I2 |
Reveals a world of noiseless rule | I2 |
It soothes and rests my fevered spirit | S |
A bath of balm of the deeps and cool | I2 |
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Still move the clouds still wheel the skies | L |
The aspiring tree no longer sighs | L |
Fair thoughts of God full clothed in Heaven | N |
All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes | L |
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Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose | L |
He wears perfection like a rose | L |
Impatient heart be still Thou se st | S |
He brings His work to a perfect close | L |
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Over the brow of lofty scar | I2 |
Quivers the light of evening star | I2 |
And throws within the gorge's gloaming | D |
A kiss of beams on the brook afar | I2 |
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Quivers the stream with strange delight | S |
Through all the murmuring hours of night | S |
And to the pale moss tells its story | S |
And lichens fumbling far up the height | S |
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And in its dusk for aye the brook | D |
To cliffy covert caverned nook | D |
Brattles its sweet and starry secret | S |
Foregleam of day and an open look | D |
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Look now The crested waters sleep | N2 |
White stars their emerald twilight keep | N2 |
Above the tryst of pensile glories | L |
That kiss to purple and gold the deep | N2 |
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Blossoms the rose red as its name | M2 |
The trees aspire to heaven like flame | M2 |
Articulate the gold eyed songsters | L |
While angels lean from their place of fame | M2 |
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O sleep sleep now sleep silverly | I2 |
Radiant divine deep bosomed sea | L |
Thy cradle rocks to skyey breathings | L |
Bright fall Love's shadows on you and me | L |
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How swift soft feathered Time sails on | N |
Its skyward flight nor stays to con | N |
The gulfs of space it wingeth over | I2 |
Mere pools that hint of a shoreless yon | N |
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Sunsets and dawns mirage the sea | L |
Foreshadow Nature's fixed decree | L |
While steady rolls the round of seasons | L |
The soul foreknows its eternity | L |
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From spiritual heights beyond the spheres | L |
My ear elusive music hears | L |
In stressful hours it falls and hovers | L |
And life is lift to AEonian years | L |
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My quickened sense can only plod | S |
Imagination waves its rod | S |
My spirit burns with lightning splendor | I2 |
Emotive faith tastes the bread of God | S |
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As moves the wind on sightless wings | L |
Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings | L |
While seas to chafe of foam are beaten | N |
And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings | L |
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So through the world doth Spirit move | B2 |
And presence by His working prove | B2 |
A mystery of might and music | D |
A lonelihood of eternal love | C2 |
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What Nature mirrors and reveals | L |
The purblind vision it unseals | L |
To sight of awesome Presence holy | L |
That chastens sore ere He soothes and heals | L |
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The reign of law with ethic rule | I2 |
E'en in the breast of idle fool | I2 |
As moon and stars are heavenly pictured | S |
Within the breast of a noisome pool | I2 |
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Herein is claim of Nature's worth | L |
Though I forget the forms of earth | L |
Of gilded cloud and circling planet | S |
I know His fire lives within their girth | L |
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Green tracery of fern to rust | S |
The shouldering hills to level dust | S |
This is the law of rhythmic nature | I2 |
The ebb and flow of its may and must | S |
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I hear the wind harp's wilding tones | L |
Sobbing a requiem o'er their bones | L |
The golden glob d skies shall perish | M |
The harper harps as he wails and moans | L |
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Wild heart within thy ruby vault | S |
Is flashed a purpose free of fault | S |
From great High Priest's own breast plate splendid | S |
E'en deathless life out of death's assault | S |
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What though the sea shell cheats the ear | I2 |
And from my blood free coursing near | I2 |
Unspheres the far and murmurous phantom | M2 |
Of breaking seas that I faintly hear | I2 |
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Of life beyond there come to me | L |
Hints truer than shell's phantom sea | L |
I brood all space the past the present | S |
And timeless realms of eternity | L |
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The rose lipt thing has lost its pearl | I2 |
Death's chamber is its polished whorl | I2 |
I am a life and feel of Being | D |
No phantom touch but the vital swirl | I2 |
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Says one who with the sad condoles | L |
No delicate delight unrolls | L |
But soon o'er it is flung a shadow | S |
O feeblest folly of shallow souls | L |
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A foolishness all overworn | N |
Yet deadly as the frost of scorn | N |
The serious mind is born of sorrow | S |
On Love's brow rested a crown of thorn | N |
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The shadowland is rift with bright | S |
It did the deed of deeds incite | S |
The Son of Man Jehovah's Servant | S |
Through shadows passed to His crown of light | S |
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There ever wakes an evil wraith | L |
To test the courage of my faith | L |
As life's dark passages are thridded | S |
Alone Alone are the words it saith | L |
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Ah no the wraith's an angel one | N |
Whose face is always to the sun | N |
A guardian of the heart's temptations | L |
That saves by fear ere the course be run | N |
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'Tis Father love each round of day | S |
That shadows in a twilight grey | S |
Or with Love's raven pinion covers | L |
To tempt His child from itself away | S |
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Far up the brook beyond the lin | N |
I hear the impatient bluejay's din | N |
While in the browning beech nut laden | N |
The chipmunk gathers his harvest in | N |
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Of all earth's trees exceeding fair | I2 |
Thee have I loved beyond compare | I2 |
Most human beech and felt thy spirit | S |
Tremble to mine in the dusky air | I2 |
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The year is rounding up its task | D |
And kingly gives to all that ask | D |
Ay soon 'twill move in pomp so royal | I2 |
The world shall seem but a heavenly mask | D |
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The full ripe year these maple hills | L |
The pure October weather fills | L |
Earth's veins so full of glowing crimson | N |
That every leaf is ablush and thrills | L |
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An expectation holds the days | L |
And angel sunbeams throng the ways | L |
The luminous skies grow close and tender | I2 |
And over all is a brooding haze | L |
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'Tis summer's apotheosis | L |
In flame of color burning kiss | L |
As dew dies in the arms of sunlight | S |
A world of beauty dissolved in bliss | L |
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I dreamed I drew my parting breath | L |
And fell in sinking swoon of death | L |
To gulfs of utter night all chilly | L |
While woven hands held me close beneath | L |
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And then as thousand lights on shore | I2 |
The radiant forms I'd known before | I2 |
And growing sound of kindly voices | L |
And flood of light through an open door | I2 |
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And lo at stern and prow there stands | L |
Close veiled an angel winged the sands | L |
Beneath the shallop's keel wake music | D |
Folded am I by the pierc d hands | L |
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The world's a train at speeding rate | S |
An iron track its wheels await | S |
We're all on board beyond is darkness | L |
For God is only a name for Fate | S |
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Thus mouths and blasphemes round about | S |
An age in bondage to its doubt | S |
Pray says the soul and God and Christ and | S |
Freedom affirm with a ringing shout | S |
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Believe in God believe in Me | L |
Is freedom's voice like sounding sea | L |
Its grand AMEN from Him that liveth | L |
And holds of this and all worlds the key | L |
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Hope's clear blue eye is open wide | S |
And hath fair visions that abide | S |
The white light of imagination | N |
Glows on her brows as a heavenly bride | S |
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Her face is lift to veil d things | L |
To which she mounts as if with wings | L |
The tents of night the sable future | I2 |
Are light as day with the song she sings | L |
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As lithe as breadths of silvery rye | D |
When wrestling winds its footing try | D |
The spirit that with hope is gleaming | D |
It must look up to the bending sky | D |
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I see that power is not in art | S |
Nor name nor place essential part | S |
Of life's reality and glory | L |
The strength of life is the health of heart | S |
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If man but lived the pure white truth | L |
As lives the lily tender ruth | L |
The earth were Paradise to morrow | S |
The Christ unveiled would be here in sooth | L |
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The worldly wise he does not heed | S |
What love sees true is true indeed | S |
Immortal blooms this hardy blossom | M2 |
And deathless fruits in a deathless creed | S |
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Unveiled as kinsman Love did seek | D |
His wandering brethren Jew and Greek | D |
That God made man in His own image | A |
Did human life of our God fore speak | D |
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Nor mask nor vesture was His mien | N |
By man and angels wistly seen | N |
Nor filmy veil nor apparition | N |
God's human life as the Nazarene | N |
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A man the Christ of God earth trod | S |
And showed to man and worlds abroad | S |
The holy good and sorrowing Father | I2 |
Atoning love and the heart of God | S |
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O glorious light Thy limpid wave | Q2 |
Doth floor of living being pave | Q2 |
And life from out the caves of darkness | L |
Waft to His sheltering architrave | Q2 |
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From void of night's lone pall of jet | S |
Yellow and red and violet | S |
Into a quivering beam were woven | N |
His flying looms are aweaving yet | S |
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If man and beast and tree and flower | I2 |
Unweave not Love's rich beauteous dower | I2 |
All Dana again earth darkles | L |
Beneath His ceaseless and golden shower | I2 |
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Hail Mary honored of the race | L |
Light of the Home its fount of grace | L |
Is woman sister wife and mother | I2 |
Circling a towered and a heavenly place | L |
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She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake | D |
She did the alabaster break | D |
Like Him she knows of pain and anguish | M |
And doth for life of death's cup partake | D |
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Hope of the race since from Home's throne | N |
Sweet Love's own gift and His alone | N |
She giveth laws to coming ages | L |
Builder from cope to foundation stone | N |
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Frail Lucia of a mutual love | C2 |
Fair little wing d cooing dove | C2 |
Thou'st fluttered down from thy far dovecote | S |
Awhile to nestle in earth's sweet grove | K2 |
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Would it were sweeter child for thee | L |
Sweet as the silver breaking sea | L |
When Indian summer broods upon it | S |
Doth flute and fife to the golden tree | L |
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Thine angel listens for thy breath | L |
Whene'er he hears the wings of death | L |
Looks in the Father's face and prayeth | L |
For earth's sake spare her he softly saith | L |
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O patriot ruler leader great | S |
Master of labor builder of state | S |
Man of the mart and king of commerce | L |
His lips have spoken why longer wait | S |
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One brotherhood one family | L |
And love its great economy | L |
The law of might is rule of evil | I2 |
The ethic lives in man's spirit free | L |
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No borrowed laws of clay nor brute | S |
Can e'er the freeman's spirit suit | S |
He gave him choice Hark how he thunders | L |
Through human strife nor is deaf nor mute | S |
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The sword and spear and savage knife | P2 |
Wherewith the world is dowered of strife | P2 |
Are but as flotsam on the current | S |
Of purpose vast of the Lord of Life | P2 |
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His rising winds and swelling surge | A |
And underflowing tidal urge | A |
Shall grind to dust these lethal spirits | L |
And chant in triumph their sounding dirge | A |
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Break way break way Fell Evil cease | L |
O soldiers of the King's increase | L |
O happy homes O happy peoples | L |
O bless d wings of the ships of peace | L |
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Love's inspirations of the lyre | I2 |
Upsway the heart's intense desire | I2 |
And rulership and kingdoms noble | I2 |
Are seen within the revealing fire | I2 |
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The frost of selfish blood gives place | L |
To breath of life and salt of grace | L |
New armor takes the cloistered spirit | S |
And man becomes of a higher race | L |
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Hark 'Tis an angel's throbbing wing | D |
His messenger the age to bring | D |
When crown of brotherhood upon him | M2 |
Each man shall be to his neighbor king | D |
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Like oxeye daisies of the field | S |
The stars their countless numbers yield | S |
In this pure sky of depth unfathomed | S |
Wherein they lay and so deep concealed | S |
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Gardens of light environed fair | I2 |
With tremulous bloom of azure where | I2 |
All sweet star buds unroll their glories | L |
In silent dews of etherial air | I2 |
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O Tiller of the fields of heaven | N |
Gardener of space by day and even | N |
The circling earth a once fair garden | N |
Lifts up its face for Thy promise given | N |
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The sovereign law of human life | P2 |
That Love ordained for man and wife | P2 |
For homes whence stream the generations | L |
To joyous service and not to strife | P2 |
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This law gives rest and labor fit | S |
God's air on surface and in pit | S |
Wealth for the soul and mind and body | S |
And fellowship with the race close knit | S |
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O golden year when law and life | P2 |
Incorporate are as man and wife | P2 |
And wing d hosts of light are saying | D |
Peace and goodwill on the earth are rife | P2 |
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Break into flower O garden fair | I2 |
Long hast thou known the Gardener's care | I2 |
The rain and dew from heaven have fallen | N |
And sunbeams warm on thy bosom bare | I2 |
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The grains of seed all viewless fell | I2 |
Within the mellow soil to dwell | I2 |
Silent the fall as that of pebbles | L |
Cast in oblivion's sunless well | I2 |
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List music ether fine up goes | L |
From swelling seed and life's keen throes | L |
O Earth thy riven breast shall blossom | M2 |
In Heaven's own beauty e'en as the rose | L |
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Immortal Love immortal ruth | L |
Thorn crowned and crowned with deathless youth | L |
Source of pure faith and of right reason | N |
Thou art Authority and the Truth | L |
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Blest Bond of Being why and whence | L |
In realm of thought in realm of sense | L |
In world of human life and action | N |
True Centre Thou and Circumference | L |
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The sun and moon from spacious height | S |
And stars may crumble into night | S |
Ongoing Lord Eternal Order | I2 |
And Fount of Beauty and Love and Light | S |
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