Singing, she washed Her baby's clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry, She hung them on a bush hard by, Upon a waiting bush hard by,...
Just see that we get full value Of that for which we have paid. The price has been a heavy one, But the goods are there--and we've paid-. We've paid in our toil and our woundings;...
Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the sea! Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of the sea! White in the sun-flecked Silver Sea, White in the moon-decked Silver Sea, White in the wrath of the Silver Sea,--...
"My lord, there came unto the gate One, in such pitiful estate, So all forlorn and desolate, Ill-fed, ill-clad, of ills compact; A leper too,--his poor flesh wracked And dead, his very bones infect;...
To us it seemed his life was too soon done, Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet begun; God, with His clearer vision, saw that he Was ready for a larger ministry. ...
When the outer eye grows dim, Turns the inner eye to Him, Who makes darkness light. Fairer visions you may see, Live in nobler company, And in larger liberty,...
Some have much, and some have more, Some are rich, and some are poor, Some have little, some have less, Some have not a cent to bless Their empty pockets, yet possess True riches in true happiness.
Stephen, who died while I stood by consenting, Wrought in his death the making of a life, Bruised one hard heart to thought of swift repenting, Fitted one fighter for a nobler strife. ...
Great-Heart is dead, they say,-- Great-Heart the Teacher, Great-Heart the Joyous, Great-Heart the Fearless, Great-Heart the Martyr, Great-Heart of Sweet White Fire. ...
We thank Thee, O our God, for this Long fought-for, hoped-for, prayed-for peace; Thou dost cast down, and Thou upraise, Thy hand doth order all our ways.
Thank God for Peace! Up to the sombre sky Rolled one great thankful sigh, Rolled one great gladsome cry-- The soul's deliverance of a mighty people. Thank God for Peace!...
The spikenard was not wasted;-- All down the tale of years, The fragrance of that broken alabaster Still clings to Mary's memory, As clung its perfume sweet unto her Master.
Whisht, Baby! Whisht! Quick below the cover! Down into your nest, my bird! And--don't--you--dare--peep--over! For the grey wolves they are prowling,...
When the Bells of Ys rang softly,--softly, Soft--and sweet--and low, Not a sound was heard in the old gray town, As the silvery tones came floating down, But life stood still with uncovered head,...
One day, as I travelled the highway alone, I heard, on in front, a most dolorous groan; And there, round the corner, a weary old ass Was nuzzling the hedge for a mouthful of grass....
On Christmas Day The Child was born, On Christmas Day in the morning;-- --To tread the long way, lone and lorn, --To wear the bitter crown of thorn, --To break the heart by man's sins torn,...
The good intent of God became the Christ. And lived on earth--the Living Love of God, That men might draw to closer touch with heaven, Since Christ in all the ways of man hath trod.