Spring: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
John Bowring Poems on Life (56 Poems)
Spring: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
Summer: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide"In me as ye confide in God; I go"A mansion for my followers ...
Spring: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hours, days, weeks,—so our life-time flows—Gently, as melt the vernal snowsBeneath the sun; they pass away,Like dew-drops in the eye ...
Autumn: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The evening star is aloft in heaven, Palely it shines alone;And nought is awake in the eye of even, But the never-sleeping ...
Winter: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...
Winter: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
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 ...
Winter: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in the ...
Written At Sea (John Bowring Poems)
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,And the bright sun dances in the heavenUp and down, as the ...
Evening Thoughts on Death (John Bowring Poems)
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
Autumn: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...
Summer: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Summer: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
Winter: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The night has thrown its shadows o'er the land,And rest re-visits nature.—Evening's train,With day's extinguish'd torches in their hand,Have pass'd ...
Winter: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
Autumn: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
Summer: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The day is past, night's gentle power renewsIts holy influence o'er created things;The earth is bathed in evening's gentle dews,And ...
Winter: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Another portion of life rolls on, The week glides calmly by;And down the swift stream of time we run, To the sea ...
Autumn: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Of all the gifts conferr'd by heaven,Time is the brightest—is the best;Through time eternity is given;By earthly labours—heavenly rest.While days ...
Autumn: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Waked by Thy sun, again my thoughts ascendTo Thee, my heavenly Father! and they blendIn one devotional hymn of praise ...
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 ...
Autumn: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Extinguish'd is the last lone star,The shadows of night are gone,And lo! in the east, day's golden carIs fill'd by ...
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 ...
Winter: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! to whose being ages are but moments,Fugitive moments! Thou, Eternal Father!Listen in mercy—for life's passing shadows Soon will be scatter'd.'Tis ...
Spring: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Almighty Being! wise and holy,Who hast to each his portion given;To the poor worm his station lowly,And to the choirs ...
Mourn Not As Those Without Hope (John Bowring Poems)
My wife! my children! when death's hour is come, Dry every, every gushing tear, I pray,And rather smile, that I am ...
Spring: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
A holy stillness fills the sky,While evening tunes its vesper song,And, like a sacred lamp, on highThe solitary moon is ...
Resurrection (John Bowring Poems)
Spring is but another birth, From the grave of earlier springs,Which to renovated earth Other resurrection brings.God hath moulded all that God's Power ...
“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 ...