The Toiling of Felix: And Other Poems

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1900 - 88 էջ

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Էջ 26 - This is the gospel of labor ! 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-cursed soil — Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
Էջ 67 - And just one spray of lilac still a-bloom beside the well; The columbine adorns the rocks, the laurel buds grow pink, Along the stream white arums gleam, and violets bend to drink. This is the song of the Yellowthroat, Fluttering gaily beside you; Hear how each voluble note Offers to guide you : Which way, sir? I say, sir, Let me teach you, I beseech you! Are you wishing Jolly fishing? This way, sir/ I'll teach you.
Էջ 66 - Rejoice!" as if the world were new. This is the ballad the Bluebird sings, Unto his mate replying, Shaking the tune from his wings While he is flying: Surely, surely, surely, Life is dear Even here. Blue above, You to love, Purely, purely, purely.
Էջ 18 - Hewing wood and drawing water, splitting stones and cleaving sod — All the dusty ranks of labor, in the regiment of God, March together toward His triumph, do the task His hands prepare : Honest toil is holy service ; faithful work is praise and prayer.
Էջ 3 - It is to the fifth of these Sayings of Jesus that the following poem refers. THE TOILING OF FELIX I PRELUDE HEAR a word that Jesus spake Eighteen hundred years 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 souls in time of need.
Էջ 22 - 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 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 73 - 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 5 - 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, Upward springing, singing, sparkling Through the doubtful shadows darkling ; Till the clouds of pain and rage Brooding o'er the toiling age, As with rifts of light are stirred By the music of the word ; Gospel for the heavy-laden, answer to the laborer's cry ; "•Raise the stone and thou shall find Me ; cleave the wood, and there am 1.
Էջ 23 - Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free; Every deed of love and mercy, done to man, is done to me. "Thou hast learned the...

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