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Art thou beside birds bless Blooming late bread ceaseless clear cleave the wood confusion creeping cries dark dawn dear Master divine dreams runs echo eyes fear fill the world flood flows flying gate of sound gift hand Happy kingdom hear heard heart heaven holy human human voice Jesus knew light 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 Poems 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 find throb throng tide TOILING OF FELIX touch trees tumult unclosed underneath unseen Vainly Vera heard Vera's vision voice of perfect waited wandering waters waves weary wind
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 66 - The phantom flood of dreams has ebbed and vanished with the dark, And like a dove the heart forsakes the prison of the ark ; Now forth she fares through friendly woods and diamond-fields of dew, While every voice cries out " 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 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 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 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.
Էջ 86 - sa lake so clear and bright Stars shine out of it all night, And the rowan-berries red Round it like a girdle spread. Feasting plentiful and fine, Air that cheers the heart like wine, Royal pleasures by the score, Wait for me in Labrador. There I'll build my dainty nest ; There I'll fix my court and rest ; There from dawn to dark I'll sing: Happy kingdom! Lucky king! II. Back again, my little king ! Is" your happy kingdom lost To that rebel knave, Jack Frost ? Have you felt the snowflakes sting?
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.
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 53 - And then He asked her once again, " What hearest thou ? What means the voice of Life ? " She answered, " 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.