Soul, dost thou fear For to-day or to-morrow? 'Tis the part of a fool To go seeking sorrow. Of thine own doing Thou canst not contrive them. 'Tis He that shall give them;...
Peter, outworn, And menaced by the sword, Shook off the dust of Rome; And, as he fled, Met one, with eager face, Hastening cityward, And, to his vast amaze, It was The Lord....
Hark! The drums! Muffled drums! The long low ruffle of the drums!-- And every head is bowed, In the vast expectant crowd, As the Great Queen comes,-- By the way she knew so well,...