The Poet (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
Grey-cowled monk, whose faith so earnest Guides these Indians' childlike hearts,As their hands to toil thou turnest, Teaching them the Builder's arts,Speak ...
"El Camino Real"All in the golden weather, forth let us ride to-day,You and I together, on the King's Highway,The blue ...
Two armies stand enrolled beneathThe banner with the starry wreath;One, facing battle, blight and blast,Through twice a hundred fields has ...
The World's a spacious Amphitheater, And wee are slaves each one: The sinne of our first Parents, did conferre This sad condition On us: ...
What it takes on this planet,to make love to each other in peace.Everyone pries under your sheets,everyone interferes with your ...
Ever present in Thy sight, To Thy gracious will I bow,For Thou wilt conduct me right, Though I know not always how.What ...
ON a steep hillside, to all airs that blow,Open, and open to the varying sky,Our cottage homestead, smiling tranquilly,Catches morn's ...
Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blameTo which our bodies are subjected here;Nor heap them with the horror ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
At God's right hand the angels stand In the courts of Heaven above,They bow with folded wings ere they fly ...
(Written after hearing a line of Keats repeated by a passing strangerunder the palms of Southern California.)Under the palms of ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the ...
The way of church changing once more returning to some of the truths of our origins house churches and missions ...
Special music wafting to the rafters into our hearts clear notes, loving song filling the sanctuary, as we join together ...
We are going to ask the congregation to give to give a little more for the missions we hold dear, ...
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