MORTALS! around your destin’d heads Thick fly the shafts of death,* And lo! the savage spoiler spreads A thousand toils beneath. In vain we trifle with our fate, Try every art in vain; At best we but prolong the date, And lengthen out our pain. …
Tag: Poetry
THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK
THE Shadow of the Rock! Stay, Pilgrim, stay! Night treads upon the heels of day; There is no other resting-place this way. The Rock is near, The well is clear— Rest in the Shadow of the Rock. The Shadow of the Rock! The desert wide …
HOMEWARD
TO my beloved ones my steps are moving; Not hard the road that ends in love and home. Have done my eyes, have done my feet with roving; ’Tis to the well-known gate I look and come. Your watch is now on the eternal mountains; …
DEATH
DEATH, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me. From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be, Much …
Pædagogue
Clement of Alexandria (Died about A. D. 217) This poem, which is found at the close of Clement’s “Pædagogue,” is a sublime but somewhat turgid song of praise to the Logos, as the divine educator and leader of the “human race.” The title of the …
“I WILL COME AGAIN AND RECEIVE YOU UNTO MYSELF”
LORD Jesus, we are yearning Thine own blest face to see; And in Thy glorious presence Forevermore to be. To rest with Thee, dear Saviour, Throughout long years to come; And leave Thee, never, never, O’er earth again to roam. Ah! lone has been the …
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EVENING HYMN
The day is past and over: All thanks, O Lord, to thee! I pray thee that offenseless The hours of dark may be. O Jesu, keep me in thy sight, And save me through the coming night! The joys of day are over: I lift …
BATTLE SONG AGAINST SATAN
Jehovah, judge my cause, Avenge me of my foe, Fight against Satan and his host: Oh, lay the strong one low! I have cast off his yoke, Renounced his cursèd sway; For this he doubly hates, and longs To seize me as his prey. To …
HOMEWARD
TO my beloved ones my steps are moving; Not hard the road that ends in love and home. Have done my eyes, have done my feet with roving; ’Tis to the well-known gate I look and come. Your watch is now on the eternal mountains; …
AUTUMN ROSES
I sing not in these songs of full-blown Summer roses, Trellised upon love’s gate, or through her garden spread, Drunk with the mystic moon, as she her eyelids closes, Resplendent at her waking from the sunrise red. Mine are but aftergrowth, such as, while Autumn …