Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
John Bowring Poems on Beauty (25 Poems)
Spring: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
Siste, Viator! (John Bowring Poems)
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
Spring: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hours, days, weeks,—so our life-time flows—Gently, as melt the vernal snowsBeneath the sun; they pass away,Like dew-drops in the eye ...
Winter: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
Summer: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
Winter: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in the ...
Evening Thoughts on Death (John Bowring Poems)
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
Summer: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
To Thee, my God! to Thee I bringThe evening's grateful offering;From Thee, the source of joy above,Flow everlasting streams of ...
Winter: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
Summer: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...
Summer: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Calm is the eve, and nature's wasting strengthIs, by the gentle influence of repose,Repair'd, rekindled;—with the morning's dawn,As if new-born, ...
Autumn: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
Winter: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Like a priestess from her temple's shade,In her holiest robes of light array'd,The morn walks forth;—day's glorious starTowers o'er the ...
Hymn: From the recesses of a lowly spirit (John Bowring Poems)
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
The World Beautiful (John Bowring Poems)
Ours is a lovely world! Where'erWe turn our eyes 'tis bright and fair: The seasons in their courses fall,And bring successive ...
Man’s Destiny (John Bowring Poems)
Man is not wholly vile though heMay here a passing pilgrim be;For he can speed across the sea— Soar to the ...
Humble Worship (John Bowring Poems)
Bow down Thine ear, Almighty One! Though from earth's vale our pray'rs ascend,Still they may reach Thy heav'nly throne, And with the ...
Morning Hymn (John Bowring Poems)
My earliest thought be turned to Him Who, while in slumber's arms I lay,Through helpless hours and darkness dim, Has brought me ...
God, the Source of all Good (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis God the Creator whose mercy hath givenThe beauty of earth and the glory of heaven,The freshness of ocean, the ...
Scepticism (John Bowring Poems)
If to deny that God hath cursed the child, And doomed it to perdition—to deny That He, who sits and reigns above ...
God with Us (John Bowring Poems)
Am I lonely? No! with God Solitude can ne'er be mine:Everywhere my foot hath trod Feels His influence divine:And where'er I yet ...
Thou hast the Words of Eternal Life (John Bowring Poems)
Whither, whither shall we go? For the word of life is Thine;Nothing of our way we know If Thy light refuse to ...
Inquiries (John Bowring Poems)
What need we care for when or where The seed was grown the harvest grew,If in its fruits, when gathered there, We ...
Hymn: Come to the waters, ye who thirst (John Bowring Poems)
Come to the waters, ye who thirst, The waters of salvation's springs;Come, ye benighted! to the burst Of morning, which the Gospel ...