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 ...
John Bowring Poems on Labor (8 Poems)
Autumn: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
O God! Thy kingdom is a mansion bright,Where peace and joy and truth and love and lightMingle harmoniously; while like ...
Summer: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening twilight gently dies;The air is cool; the silent nightSerenely reigns; the curtain'd skiesTo contemplation's shrine invite;The labours of ...
Spring: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Peace 'neath the stars may fix her seat,And bliss look smiling from on high,When spirits hold communion sweetWith brighter spirits ...
“That They also may be One in Us” (John Bowring Poems)
From house to house the apostles went, With arms of truth and words of power,By their great Master trained and sent, His ...
Rest of the Grave (John Bowring Poems)
Their labours are ended, their duty is o'er,The sorrows of life shall disturb them no more!No longer the damps of ...
Sleep (John Bowring Poems)
Reviving sleep! thy shelt'ring wing Is o'er the couch of labour spread;Sweet minister, unearthly thing, That hovers round the tired one's head.As ...
Laborare est orare (John Bowring Poems)
"To labour is to pray"—a truth Brought from old times for me and you,Fit to be learnt by age and youth, A ...