WHO could refuse The last wish of a friend?
18 lines
WHEREFORE drink with me, friends! It is no draught Of red intoxication; at its brim
14 lines
O God, from Thee we would not stray: Reveal to us Thyself, the Way!
19 lines
SAY not of thy friend departed, "He is dead:" — he is but grown
16 lines
GLORY to Thee, Father of all the Immortal, Ever belongs:
80 lines
MIGHT a door but be opened in heaven! Might we look for a moment within!
12 lines
A PRAYER is in my thoughts to-night
I hardly dare to say:
29 lines
No! is my answer from this cold bleak ridge
Down to your valley: you may rest you there:
68 lines
I do not own an inch of land,
But all I see is mine,—
76 lines
FOR the wealth of pathless forests,
Whereon no axe may fall;
65 lines
I NEVER knew the world in write
So beautiful could be
37 lines
ONE year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been; One year has heaven's white portal shut back the sound of sin:
36 lines
WHEN for me the silent oar Parts the Silent River,
54 lines
INTO the heaven of Thy heart, O God,
I lift up my life, like a flower;
41 lines
OPEN your heart as a flower to the light! Darkness is passing; the Sun is in sight;
16 lines
As strangers, glad for this good in, Where nobler wayfarers have been;
34 lines
LORD, open the door, for I falter,
I faint in this stifled air;
56 lines
THIS is not only bread and wine — Thy body and Thy blood —
12 lines
LORD, I would offer Thee
A heart's untarnished gold,
26 lines
OH, the beauty and the joy of living As the children of our Father, God!
44 lines
JESUS, in Thy death I see What Thy life is unto me!
24 lines
No burden ever had I
That I would not have had;
33 lines
LITTLE ones, let us be happy together In this beautiful world of ours!
24 lines
VAINLY We make for Thee a grave apart, Each in the lonely garden of his heart: —
28 lines
STILL must I climb, if I would rest: The bird soars upward to his nest;
29 lines
ARE we daily drawing nearer Thee, the Perfect, the Unseen?
72 lines
'T IS Easter eve; the day is fading; O Thou, with whom there is no death,
36 lines
A WHITE stone glimmers through the firs, The dry grass on her grave-mound stirs;
42 lines
THOU who seest my soul within, Thou who knowest my unknown sin,
34 lines
IN heaven, they say, is undisturbed and perfect peace; and yet Along our heart-strings, even there, a tremor of regret
24 lines
|