Poems

The Holy Cottage

The Holy Cottage “Come near, my child!” the dying father said. Life’s twilight dews lay heavy on his brow. How softly o’er him did that daughter […]

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The Last Day

The Last Day It might be noon; but Time’s dull tide On the dial-stone is petrified: The lines are stretch’d from side to side, But no […]

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The Lyre

The Lyre Life to the kosmic ages! Lyre, Burst in blessing, high and higher, Still to Him, all to Him, Throned above the cherubim, Whose “Be” […]

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