Summer: Friday Morning: To The Incomprehens (John Bowring Poems)
First, Mightiest Deity! Eternal Mind!Revealed—but hidden One!Thou in a vale of fadeless glory shrin'd,Yet to all seen and known!Holy Jehovah! ...
John Bowring Poems on Mind (64 Poems)
Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
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 ...
Siste, Viator! (John Bowring Poems)
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
Winter: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
True! Spring renews the faded year;And renovated fruits and flowersIn re-awaken'd charms appear:—They deck the plain—they crown the bowers—Their blush ...
Winter: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
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 ...
Spring: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...
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 ...
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 ...
Summer: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
Spring: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Morning Thoughts (John Bowring Poems)
Come, let us leave the vain, the proud,The ambitious, and the worldly wise;Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud,And pleasure's tempting vanities;And ...
Spring: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
When Morn peeps o'er the mountain's height,And the last star has left the sky,And dews disperse at waking light,And Earth ...
Summer: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
Divine Influences (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
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 ...
Anxieties and Comforts (John Bowring Poems)
The dreams which early moments deck'd—Hope's sunny summer hours, are o'er;And my frail bark at last is wreck'dOn sullen reason's ...
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 ...
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 ...
Blessings of Instruction (John Bowring Poems)
The heart has tendrils like the vine,Which round another's bosom twine,Outspringing from the living treeOf deeply-planted sympathy;Whose flowers are hope, ...
“The World Is Given To The Wicked” (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis sometimes hard to turn our eyeUpon that wreck of hopes and dreams,Which lighted hours of ecstasyWith virtue's smiles and ...
Spring: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
As from the vapours of the eastThe sun o'er morning's twilight steals,So truth illumes the pious breast,When man his inmost ...
Matter and Mind (John Bowring Poems)
If in the vast material world No atom ever perished—thoughIn multitudinous changes hurl'd Upwards and downwards, to and fro,And all that in ...
Hymn: From the recesses of a lowly spirit (John Bowring Poems)
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
The Future of Mankind (John Bowring Poems)
To Sir John Bowring.What is the future of mankind, Its progress or its light to me,In the deep craving of my ...
Hymn: Why should dreams so dark and dreary (John Bowring Poems)
Why should dreams so dark and dreary Fill my thought? Is there nought,Nought to soothe and bless the weary?Night may wrap the ...
Brotherly Love (John Bowring Poems)
The strong and sovran links that bindThe sympathizing mind with mind,Were moulded in the courts above;And kind design of Heavenly ...