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 Wisdom & Knowledge (39 Poems)
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! ...
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 ...
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 ...
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: 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: 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Autumn: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
This is the day when prejudice and guiltThe blood of innocence and virtue spilt!'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,O'er ...
Summer: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Calm is the eve, and nature's wasting strengthIs, by the gentle influence of repose,Repair'd, rekindled;—with the morning's dawn,As if new-born, ...
Autumn: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue,And the sun is peeping thro' the dew;Thy Spirit, Lord! doth nature fill—Before ...
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 ...
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 ...
Winter: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Sweetly is the sabbath fled,Day of peace and rest to me;"Let Thy name be hallowed."Now my spirit soars to Thee.Darkness ...
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 ...
Evening Praises (John Bowring Poems)
How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light! How shall we all Thy love declare!The earth is veiled in shades of ...
Hymn: Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love (John Bowring Poems)
Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love Beaming through all Thy works we see;Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the ...
Progress of Gospel Truth (John Bowring Poems)
Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine;And as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine.On ...
God always nigh (John Bowring Poems)
Our God is nigh; He watches all we think or do:Rolls o'er all time His penetrating eye, And tracks the round our ...
God is Love (John Bowring Poems)
God is love! His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove;Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens: God is wisdom! ...
Aspirations after Truth (John Bowring Poems)
The blank, exhausting pleasure leaves, Nought but the power of truth can fill,When disappointed virtue grieves O'er hopeless purpose, helpless will:No light ...