The Phantom And The Dreamer (Patience Worth Poems)
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
What will the new day findThat comes some ages hence?Undecipherable scripts!That were the scribing of thy hand;Wisdoms that are rusted ...
I recall a touch, which frequently fell upon me,A chilling touch as though the shroudOf Eternity had swept me.Well I ...
Touched with compassion am I at the hour's agony,Knowing well the folly of anguish,Taking in the fulness of the empty ...
Behold, He sits beside the sea of Eternity,Whose dead waters are troubled, and LoveBursts the gateway of His lips,And the ...
Behold, with my naked hands did I part my ribs,Baring my heart in a basin of scarlet.Into this did I ...
I sit beside the sweeping waters,Letting fancy free, and throughThe vast realms of Time comes to meA far-off cry, wailing ...
Behold Him, ascended unto His kingship!Behold Him exalted unto the skies!Speak, what seest thou?Make thy words declare Him as He ...
Wondrous God whom I would know;How long have I wondered what musicMight be fitting to denote Thy voice.Would it sound ...
Gethsemane, Gethsemane, Gethsemane!Oh, Garden of Sorrow! Whose pathwaysKnew His tread and His sacred sorrow.Oh, that thy herbage might speak!That thy ...
Beyond me stretcheth that silver sand,Marked not by e'en one waving palm or plume.Beyond me, tracklessly, spreadethThe glittering field, trod ...
Mercy tuneth the harp of life!Else it could not strum.Mercy is the sofest gemWithin life's diadem, a white pearl,Palely glowing, ...
Dumb day, oh, tongueless day!Yet ever speaking; ye may not deny me,For mine eyes are open. Yea,I see not only ...
No thing engraces the day like gentleness.I may see gaudy noons and flaming morningsAnd gorgeous eves, but none of theseAppeal ...
Ah, art thou listening, brother?Then speak, what hearest thou?Hast heard the mocking of the insistent life,Which is telling itself to ...
Speak ye a true tongue,Or waste ye with words the Soul's song?A damning evidence is with wasted words;For need I ...
My hand, behold it-God's implement!The Master speaks, and it labours, followingNo pattern, but groping through the darkness-Uncertainly creating certainties!My hand, ...
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