The world's too busy now to pause
To listen to a whiner's cause;
It has no time to stop and pet
The sulker in a peevish fret,
Who wails he'll neither work nor play

Up, Then, Dance We To The Song

© Walther von der Vogelweide

Up, then, dance we to the song,
Care, for ever be thou gone!
Firm at length shall be my step,
High again my spirit leap!

Then when the flame forked like a sudden path
I gasped and stumbled, and was less.
Density pulsing upward, gauze of ash,
Dear light along the way to nothingness,
What could be made of you but light, and this?

Song of the Innocents

© George MacDonald

Merry, merry we well may be,

For Jesus Christ is come down to see:

Pain

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Find me out a fortress, find
Such a mind within the mind
As can gather to its source
All of life's inveterate force,

Upon A Lowering Of Morning

© John Bunyan

Thus 'tis when gospel light doth usher in
To us both sense of grace and sense of sin;
Yea, when it makes sin red with Christ's blood,
Then we can weep till weeping does us good.

Go Work in My Vineyard

The hands whose touch sent thrills of joy
Through nerves unstrung and palsied rame,
The feet that travelled for our need,
Were nailed unto the cross of shame.

The Kangaroo

© Barron Field

When sooty swans are once more rare,
And duck-moles the Museum's care,
Be still the glory of this land,
Happiest Work of finest Hand!

The Chronicle

Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.
Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part
With the possession of my heart)
To Eliza's conquering face.