If i lay waste and wither up with doubt The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if I orphan my own soul of One That seemed a Father, and make void the place Within me where He dwelt in power and grace, What do I gain by that I have undone?
The Colonel rode by his picket-line In the pleasant morning sun, That glanced from him far off to shine On the crouching rebel picket’s gun. From his command the captain strode Out with a grave salute, And talked with the colonel as he rode:— The picket levelled his piece to shoot. The...
I. she hung the cage at the window, “If he goes by,” she said, “He will hear my robin singing, And when he lifts his head, I shall be sitting here to sew, And he will bow to me, I know.” The robin sang a love-sweet song, The young man raised his head; The maiden turned away and blushed...
If i lay waste and wither up with doubt The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if I orphan my own soul of One That seemed a Father, and make void the place Within me where He dwelt in power and grace,...
Before him weltered like a shoreless sea The souls of them that had not sought to be, With all their guilt upon them, and they cried, They that had sinned from hate and lust and pride, “Thou that didst make us what we might become, Judge us!” The Judge of all the earth was dumb; But high above...
Within a poor man’s squalid home I stood: The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife Above the stove and wash-tub passed her life, Next the sty where they slept with all their brood. But I saw not that sunless, breathless lair, The chamber’s sagging roof and reeking floor; The smeared walls...
