Prayer

    if, when I kneel to pray,
    With eager lips I say:
“Lord, give me all the things that I desire,—
Health, wealth, fame, friends, brave heart, religious fire,
The power to sway my fellow-men at will,
And strength for mighty works to banish ill,”—...

Poet: Charles Francis Richardson
After Death

When i forth fare beyond this narrow earth,
With all its metes and bounds of now and here,
And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear
That overhung me on my day of birth,
Wherethrough the jocund sun’s perennial mirth
Has shone more inly bright each coming...

Poet: Charles Francis Richardson
A Conjecture

I wonder, dear, if you had been
  The maiden queen’s pet maid of honor,
A flower of that fair time wherein
  A court of roses smiled upon her,

And I, erewhile, by Trojan wall
  Had fiercely fought for Grecian glory,
Beheld the pride of Priam fall...

Poet: Charles Francis Richardson
Love

If suddenly upon the street
My gracious Saviour I should meet,
And he should say, “As I love thee,
What love hast thou to offer me?”
Then what could this poor heart of mine
Dare offer to that heart divine?

His eye would pierce my outward show,...

Poet: Charles Francis Richardson