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• Sir Galahad

  My good blade carves the casques of men,
  My tough lance thrusteth sure,
  My strength is as the strength of ten, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Flowers without Fruit

  Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control
  That o’er thee swell and throng;—
  They will condense within thy soul, …

  John Henry Newman

• A Deed and a Word

  A Little stream had lost its way
  Amid the grass and fern;
  A passing stranger scooped a well, …

  Charles Mackay

• Soggarth Aroon

  Am I the slave they say,
  Soggarth aroon? 1
  Since you did show the way, …

  John Banim

• The Vision of Sir Launfal

  Prelude to Part FirstOVER his keys the musing organist,
  Beginning doubtfully and far away,
  First lets his fingers wander as they list, …

  James Russell Lowell

• The Sister of Charity

  She once was a lady of honor and wealth;
  Bright glowed in her features the roses of health;
  Her vesture was blended of silk and of gold, …

  Gerald Griffen

• What I Live For

  I Live for those who love me,
  Whose hearts are kind and true,
  For heaven that smiles above me, …

  George Linnæus Banks

• “If we had but a day”

  We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,
  If we had but a day;
  We should drink alone at the purest springs …

  Mary Lowe Dickinson

• Abou Ben Adhem

  Abou Ben ADHEM (may his tribe increase!)
  Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
  And saw within the moonlight in his room, …

  Leigh Hunt

• Sunday Morning Bells

  From the near city comes the clang of bells:
  Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
  In one faint misty harmony, as fine …

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• Sabbath Hymn on the Mountains

  PRAISE ye the Lord!
  Not in the temple of shapeliest mould,
  Polished with marble and gleaming with gold, …

  John Stuart Blackie

• The Sabbath Morning

  With silent awe I hail the sacred morn,
  That slowly wakes while all the fields are still!
  A soothing calm on every breeze is borne; …

  John Leyden

• The Poor Man’s Day

  From “The Sabbath”
  HOW still the morning of the hallowed day!
  Mute is the voice of rural labor, hushed …

  James Grahame

• The Sabbath of the Soul

  Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
  Of earth and folly born;
  Ye shall not dim the light that streams …

  Anna Letitia Barbauld

• Vesper Hymn

  Now, on sea and land descending,
  Brings the night its peace profound:
  Let our vesper hymn be blending …

  Samuel Longfellow

• “Amazing, beauteous change”

  Amazing, beauteous change!
  A world created new!
  My thoughts with transport range, …

  Philip Doddridge

• The Chimes of England

  The Chimes, the chimes of Motherland,
  Of England green and old,
  That out from fane and ivied tower …

  Arthur Cleveland Coxe

• The Old Village Choir

  I Have fancied, sometimes, the Bethel-bent beam,
  That trembled to earth in the patriarch’s dream,
  Was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest, …

  Benjamin Franklin Taylor

• A Lancashire Doxology

  “Some cotton has lately been imported into Farringdon, where the mills have been closed for a considerable time. The people, who were previously in the deepest distress, went out to meet the cotton: the women wept over the bales and kissed them, and finally sang the Doxology over them.”—Spectator…

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• Rebecca’s Hymn

  From “Ivanhoe”
  WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
  Out from the land of bondage came, …

  Sir Walter Scott

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