Fourth Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
My Saviour, can it ever beThat I should gain by losing Thee?The watchful mother tarries nigh,Though sleep have closed her ...
My Saviour, can it ever beThat I should gain by losing Thee?The watchful mother tarries nigh,Though sleep have closed her ...
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance, Full forty nights and forty daysThe Prophet watched for one dear glance Of thee and ...
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will - I will lie still -I will not stir, lest I forsake ...
And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said untoher, Weep not. And He came and ...
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
"Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air, While the devoted city's cryLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, Thy full-charged vial ...
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,Now on Thy mercy's ocean wideFar out of sight we seem to glide.Help us, each hour, with ...
The bright-haired morn is glowing O'er emerald meadows gay,With many a clear gem strewing The early shepherd's way.Ye gentle elves, by Fancy ...
"O holy mountain of my God,"How do thy towers in ruin lie,"How art thou riven and strewn abroad,"Under the rude ...
Where is it mothers learn their love? - In every Church a fountain springs O'er which th' Eternal Dove Hovers out softest wings.What ...
When Persecution's torrent blaze Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head;When fade all earthly flowers and bays, When summer friends are gone and fled,Is ...
O Youth and Joy, your airy treadToo lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,Your keen eye-glances are too bright,Too restless for a ...
Seest thou, how tearful and alone, And drooping like a wounded dove,The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone, The widowed Church is ...
There is an awe in mortals' joy, A deep mysterious fearHalf of the heart will still employ, As if we drew too ...
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing, The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?Here over shattered walls dank ...
Dear is the morning gale of spring, And dear th' autumnal eve;But few delights can summer bring A Poet's crown to weave.Her ...
Is there, in bowers of endless spring, One known from all the seraph band By softer voice, by smile and wing More exquisitely ...
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the ...
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