The Marble Prophecy: And Other Poems |
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Albert Durer angels BABY'S DIMPLE baby's nest balm bath of sleep BAYARD TAYLOR beautiful birds blood Bobolink breast breathe bright brow chain of love cherubim chres Christian Rome clouds clover-scented air crowd dim repose divine door dust Esquiline eyes faded things faint fall fell flown four full-page Illustrations gods gold greet hands happy human heart heaven Holiness Holyoke hovering ILLUSTRATED LIBRARY kneel knuckle or knee Laocöon LIBRARY OF WONDERS light lip's Lovely Floribel marble Marty mighty morning mountain night night of joy o'er Old Daniel Gray Onward he springs pain pass peaceful pray rapture Righi Kulm rise Rome has failed SCRIBNER shine sighs sight silent speaker sing sleeper wakes smile song soul strange sweet tears temples thank Thee thou art thou hast thought toils trysting tree vision voice weary wild wings wings of HOPE Words measure ye men
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Page 53 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 89 - God give us Men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor — men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue, And scorn his treacherous flatteries without winking ; Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their...
Page 83 - O'er the wonderful birth, For the virgin's sweet boy Is the Lord of the earth, Ay ! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing, In the light of that star Lie the ages impearled ; And that song from afar Has swept over the world. Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
Page 54 - We rise by the things that are under our feet: By what we have mastered of good and gain. By the pride deposed and the passion slain, And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust When the morning calls us to life and light; But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the night, Our lives are trailing the sordid dust.
Page 101 - Honest and faithful, constant in his calling, Strictly attendant on the means of grace, Instant in prayer, and fearful most of falling. Old Daniel Gray was always in his place. A practical old man, and yet a dreamer, He thought that in some strange, unlooked-for way, His mighty Friend in Heaven, the great Redeemer, Would honor him with wealth some golden day. This dream he carried in a hopeful spirit Until in death his patient eye grew dim, And his Redeemer called him to inherit The heaven of wealth...
Page 100 - He could see naught but vanity in beauty, And naught but weakness in a fond caress, And pitied men whose views of Christian duty Allowed indulgence in such foolishness. Yet there were love and tenderness within him ; And I am told that when his Charley died, Nor nature's need nor gentle words could win him From his fond vigils at the sleeper's side. And when they came to bury little Charlie, They found fresh dew-drops sprinkled in his hair, And on his breast a rose-bud gathered early, And guessed,...
Page 63 - Lord would have me build My fire of sacrifice. I feel — I know — I am not mean ; And though I seem to boast, I'm sure that I would give my life To those who need it most. Perhaps the Spirit will reveal That which is fair and right; So, Marty, let us humbly kneel And pray to Heaven for light.
Page 89 - GOD, GIVE US MEN! GOD, GIVE us MEN! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...
Page 54 - When the morning calls us to life and light ; But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray, And we think that we mount the air on wings Beyond the recall of sensual things, While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for men ! We may borrow the wings to find the way ; We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray ; But our feet must rise, or we fall again.
Page 65 - With shouts and cheers they marched away On glory's shining track ; But, ah ! how long, how long they stay, — How few of them come back ! " One sleeps beside the Tennessee, And one beside the James, And one fought on a gallant ship And perished in its flames. And some, struck down by fell disease, Are breathing out their life ; And others, maimed by cruel wounds, Have left the deadly strife. "Ah, Marty! Marty! only think Of all the boys have done And suffered in this weary war...