The rowan tree grows by the tower foot, (Flotsam and jetsam from over the sea, Can the dead feel joy or pain?) And the owls in the ivy blink and hoot, And the sea-waves bubble around its root,...
Along the floors of heaven the music rolls, Fills the vast dome, and lifts our fainting souls: Praise God! Oh praise Him all created things, Praise Him, the Lord of lords, the King of kings ...
Love and Obedience--these the Higher Law From which Thy worlds have swerved not, singing still Their primal hymn rejoicing, as at first The morning stars together. Hast thou heard,...
I dreamed, and lo, I saw in my dream a beautiful gateway, Arched at the top, and crowned with turrets lance-windowed and olden, And sculptured in arabesque, all knotted and woven and spangled;...