This is the reason of our quest!
This is the reason of our quest!
Thank God for the roar of the world!
The ready courage of the fool!
Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
For nothing keeps a poet; In his high singing mood; Like unappeasable hunger; For unattainable food.
Rich joy and love he got and gave;
His heart was merry as his dress;
Pile laurel wreaths upon his grave
Who did not gain, but was, success!
What is the key to Everlasting Life?
The wrath of God is over me!
O for the folly of the child!
She knows her hidden God, and prophesies.
And when he comes like a friendly man
And puts his hand in mine,
The fervour in his voice is not
From love or joy or wine.
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.
And when you think of love and fame
And all that might have come to pass,
Then don't you feel a little shame?
O King, O Friend, O Lover!
To tremble forever in His sight!
It is stern work, it is perilous work to thrust your hand in the sun; And pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men.
But only God can make a tree.
They say that life is a highway and its milestones
are the years,
And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with
tears.
Saint John, pray for us, weary souls that tarry
Where life is withered by sin's deadly breath.
What precious secret is our freight?
O blinding Light, O blinding Light!
There is no peace to be taken With poets who are young, For they worry about the wars to be foughtand the songs that must be sung.
Now war has come, and peace is at an end.
I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;
I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell;
O happy lamp!
Burn through my heart with sweetest pain.
The roar of the world is in my ears.
Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;
And skilled must be the laureates of kings.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories