The Coming Of The King (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
As the sand of the desert is smitten By hoof-beats that strike out a light,A flash by which dumb things are ...
As the sand of the desert is smitten By hoof-beats that strike out a light,A flash by which dumb things are ...
You ask why I am sad to-day, I have no cares, no griefs, you say? Ah, yes, 't is true, I have ...
THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,Before the Christ upon the Cross,The Nations, stricken with their loss,And lifting faces of ...
She kneels with haggard eyes and hair Unto the Christ upon the Cross: Her gown is torn; her feet are bare. What is ...
Poor harlot, Mary Magdalene,Into the feast with trembling crept,Past frowns that stabbed her with their hateAnd falling at His feet ...
A pilgrim of the wilds to-day, I lie by Cameron's stone,And let my fancy roam and play, And take sweet ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
1382It is a dream, I know:--Yet on the pastOf this dear England if in thought we gaze,About her seems a ...
Intimacy with our savior our deepest desire to know Christ our shepherd who gave his life for me A revelation ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
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