Oh, once I walked a garden
In dreams.
Oh, once I walked a garden
In dreams.
Under the blessing of your psyche wings.
I was the Queen,
I was the Queen.
The Lion is a kingly beast.
They spoke, I think, of peace at last.
A dragon of fair adventure and wonder.
City, dead city,
Awake from the dead!
I love him in this blatant, well-fed place.
A city is not builded in a day.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
We kept a silence Honor could not keep.
My goal is the mystery the beggars win.
And there he sits
To judge the world.
O, Lord my God, awaken from the dead!
We must have many Lincoln-hearted men.
He found the gutter, lost to love and man.
We sighed and reigned and feasted
Within a hollow tree,
We vowed our love was boundless,
Eternal as the sea.
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,Cutting through the forest with a golden track.
I am burning with Heaven and Hell.
Love the truth, defy the crowd
Scandalize the priest?
Whimsy and song in my little gray study!
Peace shall jewel my shroud instead.
God help us to be brave.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
To dream is the work
Of beast or man.
Life was made greater by their sweetheart prayers.
All things were new, but music.
Yea, even the rich were good.
Let Christ the beggar, teach divinity.
The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.
But the Holy Spirit was in this man.
Then he felt a honey in his soul.
It says the world is one great grave.
God smites, yet loves the lion.
You made me Judge, and I am not wise.
She bound me with a hair.
A haunted place, though new and harsh!
She was trapped to a slow, foul death.
Twelve snails went walking after night.
Let every citizen be rich toward God.
I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on:
Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you till life is gone.
Life is a loom, weaving illusion.
Let this, our city, be our luxury.
Beware of the faith of a mammoth.
Authors and uncaptured criminals are the only people free from routine.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go, Primeval hearts from Buffalo. Red cataracts of France to-day Awake, three thousand miles away, An echo of Niagara The cataract of Niagara.
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost -- To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on God to guard each vile chief's house, And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine.
True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance
In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories