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Art thou beside birds bless Blooming late bread ceaseless Christ cleave confusion creeping cries dark dawn dear Master divine dreams runs echo Egypt eyes fear fill the world flood flows flying gate of sound gift hand Happy kingdom hear heard heart heaven hermit holy human human voice Jesus knew light listening little boatie little king living things lonely look luck midnight mighty morn moving lips murmur mystic neath never night o'er once pain papyrus pass pilgrim prison rest REVEILLE River Nile river of dreams rocks rose round round the Mountain second gate secret thoughts seemed Serapion sight silent world sing softly song soul spoke stream strife temple Thee Thou hast Thou shalt throb throng tide TOILING OF FELIX touch trees tumult unclosed underneath unseen Vainly Vera's vision voice of perfect waited wandering waters waves weary wind wood words
Էջ 73 - IT'S little I can tell About the birds in books; And yet I know them well, By their music and their looks: When May comes down the lane, Her airy lovers throng To welcome her with song, And follow in her train...
Էջ 3 - Jesus says:" It is to the fifth of these Sayings of Jesus thai the follovnng poem refers. PRELUDE <•A LOST WORD OF JESUS LJEAR a word that Jesus spake Eighteen centuries ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake : There the bread of life he brake, Through the fields of harvest walking With His lowly comrades, talking Of the secret thoughts that feed Weary hearts in time of need. Art thou hungry ? Come and take ; Hear the word that Jesus spake...
Էջ 22 - Born within a lowly stable, where the cattle round me stood, Trained a carpenter in Nazareth, I have toiled, and found it good. "They who tread the path of labour follow where my feet have trod; They who work without complaining do the holy will of God. "Where the many toil together, there am I among my own; Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone.
Էջ 5 - Rolls its summer flood of green, Rolls its autumn flood of red, — There the word the Master said Written on a frail papyrus, scorched by fire, wrinkled, torn, Hidden in God's hand, was waiting for its resurrection morn. Hear the Master's risen word! Delving spades have set it free, — Wake ! the world has need of thee, — Rise, and let thy voice be heard, Like a fountain disinterred.
Էջ 65 - ANGLER'S REVEILLE What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night, And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep in light; 'Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree, And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille. This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley; Listen how boldly it flows, Sally on sally : Tirra-lirra, Down the river, Laughing water All a-quiver. Day is near, Clear, clear. Fish are breaking, Time for waking. Tup, tup,...
Էջ 23 - Where the many toil together, there am I among my own; Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone. "I, the peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife; I, the bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life. "Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free; Every deed of love and mercy, done to man, is done to me.
Էջ 26 - This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk ! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with. the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
Էջ 68 - I'll teach you. Then come, my friend, forget your foes, and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you'll take what God may give, And all the day your heart shall say,
Էջ 53 - Love ! For love is life, and they who do not love Are not alive. But every soul that loves, Lives in the heart of God and hears Him speak.