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Paraphrase of Luther's Hymn

A mighty fortress is our God,
  A bulwark never failing;
Our helper he amid the flood
  Of mortal ills prevailing.
    For still our ancient foe
    Doth seek to work us woe;
    His craft and power are great,
    And, armed with cruel hate...

Poet: Frederic Henry Hedge
Dies Irae

Day of wrath, that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning.

Oh, what fear shall it engender,
When the Judge shall come in splendor,
Strict to mark and just to render!

Trumpet, scattering sounds of wonder...

Poet: Abraham Coles
Milton's Prayer of Patience

        i am old and blind!
Men point at me as smitten by God’s frown;
Afflicted and deserted of my kind,
        Yet am I not cast down.

        I am weak, yet strong;
I murmur not that I no longer see;
Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong...

Poet: Elizabeth Lloyd Howell
The Angels' Song

It came upon the midnight clear,
    That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
    To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men
    From heaven’s all-gracious King!”
The world in solemn stillness lay...

Poet: Edmund Hamilton Sears
The Other World

It lies around us like a cloud,
  The world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
  May bring us there to be.

Its gentle breezes fan our cheeks
  Amid our worldly cares;
Its gentle voices whisper love,
  And mingle with our...

Poet: Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Love Unchangeable

Yes, still I love thee! Time, who sets
  His signet on my brow,
And dims my sunken eye, forgets
  The heart he could not bow,
Where love, that cannot perish, grows
For one, alas! that little knows
  How love may sometimes last,
Like...

Poet: Rufus Dawes
Love Unsought

They tell me that I must not love,
  That thou wilt spurn the free
And unbought tenderness that gives
  Its hidden wealth to thee.
It may be so: I heed it not,
Nor would I change my blissful lot,
When thus I am allowed to make
My heart a...

Poet: Emma Catharine Embury
Come Back

Come back and bring my life again
  That went with thee beyond my will!
Restore me that which makes me man
  Or leaves me wretched, dead and chill!
Thy presence was of life a part;
  Thine absence leaves the blank of death.
They wait thy presence—...

Poet: Henry William Herbert
Song

’t is said that absence conquers love!
  But, oh! believe it not;
I ’ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
  But thou art not forgot.
Lady, though fate has bid us part,
  Yet still thou art as dear,
As fixed in this devoted heart,
  As when I...

Poet: Frederick William Thomas
A Remembrance

I see thee still! thou art not dead,
  Though dust is mingled with thy form;
The broken sunbeam hath not shed
  The final rainbow on the storm:
In visions of the midnight deep,
  Thine accents through my bosom thrill
Till joy’s fond impulse bids me...

Poet: Willis Gaylord Clarke