This world is but the shadow Of the world that is to be, A ripple on the surface Of a deep, unfathomed sea. God's plans are always perfect, But long ages intervene From the planning of the temple...
I would not cherish a wish or thought Displeasing, Lord, to Thee; Thy will is good, and with wisdom fraught, And that suffices me. I cannot alter a plan of Thine, And would not if I could;...
Upon the "table-rock" I stand, And gaze into the depths profound, In ecstacy at sights so grand, And deafened by the sound Of rushing waters, as they leap Like maddened steeds, down hillside steep....
'Tis said, long since an angel came to earth, Sent by his Lord, to help with loving hand A suffering one, afflicted from his birth. The limb was healed as by divine command,...
The leaf is faded, and decayed the flower, The birds have ceased to sing in wayside bower, The babbling brook is silenced by the cold, And hill and vale the frost and snow enfold....
Perfection ever is the price of toil. Of marchings long, and hardships by the way, Of burdens borne, oft in the heat of day, 'Tis then as right the victor claims the spoil. ...
True laureate of the Anglo-Saxon race, Whose words have won the hearts of young and old; So free from cant, and yet replete with grace, Or prose or verse it glows like burnished gold;...