Father (Edgar Albert Guest Poem)
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should ...
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should ...
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of ...
If I were judged by my life my days in the book of days I would be dead to God ...
Standing where He leads me through the trials of these days on dry ground where there was water within the ...
More than any earthly king any ruler here below a god of metal or stone The sovereignty of God beyond ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
The shape of the glass changing fluid, living art, cooling slowly kept red hot Glowing as he spun the pipe ...
The tablets, the commandments written in their hearts trusting in God, heeding his call Speaking with conviction power of the ...
The first commandment written on the tablets carried from the mountain by Moses of old, "You shall have no other ...
An unholy altar, an idol of rust craven gods, that will turn to dust worshipping our possessions fealty to our ...
not blind faith, they acted with seeing eyes, perceiving understanding, at least in part what faith truly is believe not ...
They believed, based on the words of scripture the faith, deep within their hearts even in exile, in Babylonian captivity ...
Our lives marked, recorded in moments of joy and in seasons of fire learning through our trials, through our struggles ...
Our lives, changed, tested, melted, molded in the flames, in the struggles, in the challenges the heartache, in the trials ...
The refining fire, the fire of Pentecost the fire guiding the people by night fire burning, not consuming the burning ...
All it takes is faith, real faith and there is no darkness, no fear in the coming judgment, the winnowing ...
We were told there were monsters in there that the floor was missing we would fall we would fall into ...
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ; But I ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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