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Praise For Thee, Lord, in Zion Waits

© Henry Francis Lyte

Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find through Christ salvation there.

Me-Stew

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,

Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,

Sonnet XXXIX. Bayard Taylor.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

CAN one so strong in hope, so rich in bloom
That promised fruit of nobler worth than all
He yet had given, drop thus with sudden fall?
The busy brain no more its work resume?

Faringdon Hill. Book II

© Henry James Pye

The sultry hours are past, and Phbus now

Spreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:

Youth in Arms

© Harold Monro

HAPPY boy, happy boy,
David the immortal-willed,
Youth a thousand thousand times
Slain, but not once killed,
Swaggering again today
In the old contemptuous way;

Sonnet To The Strawberry

© Helen Maria Williams

THE Strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed,

Plant of my native soil!--the Lime may fling

Tired

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I am tired to-night, and something,
The wind maybe, or the rain,
Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,
Has brought back the past and its pain.

A Dream For Winter

© Arthur Rimbaud

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des coussins bleus.
Nous serons bien. Un nid de baisers fous repose
Dans chaque coin moelleux.

God of the Open Air

© Henry Van Dyke

But One, but One,-ah, child most dear,
And perfect image of the Love Unseen,-
Walked every day in pastures green,
And all his life the quiet waters by,
Reading their beauty with a tranquil eye.

From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay

© James Whitcomb Riley

A troth, and a grief, and a blessing,
Disguised them and came this way--,
And one was a promise, and one was a doubt,
And one was a rainy day.

Over The Waters

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

OVER the crystal waters
She leans in careless grace,
Smiling to view within them
Her own fair happy face.
II.

On A Faded Violet

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!

Song. Written At The Request Of Lady Austen

© William Cowper

When all within is peace,
How nature seems to smile;
Delights that never cease,
The live-long day beguile.

In Memoriam F.O.S.

You go a long and lovely journey,
For all the stars, like burning dew,
Are luminous and luring footprints
Of souls adventurous as you.

I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell

I know an aged Man constrained to dwell
In a large house of public charity,
Where he abides, as in a Prisoner's cell,
With numbers near, alas! no company.

Earth And Moon

I saw the day like some great monarch die,

Gold-couched, behind the clouds' rich tapestries.

A Little Mistake

© Henry Lawson

The trooper said to the sergeants wife:
Sure, I wouldnt seem unpleasant;
But theres women and childer about the place,
Andbarrin a ladys present

`In the shadow of Thy wings, O Lord of Hosts, whom I extol,
I will put my trust for ever,' so the kingly David sings.
`Thou shalt help me, Thou shalt save me, only
Thou shalt keep me whole,
In the shadow of Thy wings.'

Harvest

So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told
Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round
Upon the lands heaped with their wheaten gold,
And now again they spread with wealth imbrowned -
And thriftless I meanwhile,
What honeycombs have I to take, what sheaves to pile?

Love Sonnet XXXV

He knows not perfect who has found the best,
Nor worth who would deny unworthiness.
But meanest flowers are fair as any rose
When blowing fragrant to our least behest.
So you are perfect in my heart no less
For that unworthiness my poor mind knows.