Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Labor, the symbol of man's punishment; Labor, the secret of man's happiness.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
Friend after friend departs who hath not lost a friendThere is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before.
Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears; Those graves of memory where sleep; The joys of other years.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories