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Good-bye, my song – I, who found… Offer my joy today a useless lute. In the deep night I sang me of th… The sun is on my face and I am mu… Good-bye, my song, in you was all…
God send thee peace, Oh, great un… A world away, I pray that thou ma… Softly as on the Well-Belovèd’s b… Where ever in her wistful dreams t… At dawn my prayer is all for thee,…
I am as weary as a child That weeps upon its mother’s breas… For joy of comforting. But I Have no such place to rest. I am as weary as a bird
They brought to the little Prince… The lovely things, the beautiful t… They covered her floor with crimso… They hung the windows with cloth o… (Lest the highway show an unlovely…
Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring t… Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion,
The long grief left her old’and… Came love and made her young again As though some newer, gentler Spr… Should start dead roses blossoming… Old roses that have lain full long
White rose-leaves in my hands, I toss you all away; The winds shall blow you through t… To seek my wedding day. Or East you go, or West you go
Mothers of men—the words are good… Pride in the very sound of them, s… Why is it their faces haunt me, wi… Ever some dear thing vanished and… Mothers of Men?
For mocking on men’s faces He only sees instead The hidden, hundred traces Of tears their eyes have shed. Above their lips denying,
He made him a love o’ dreams— He raised for his heart’s delight— (As the heart of June a crescent… A frail, fair spirit of light. He gave her the gift of joy—
1. Melchior, Gaspar, Balthazar, Great gifts they bore and meet; White linen for His body fair And purple for His feet; And golden things—the joy of kings…
April will come to the quiet town That I left long ago, Scattering primroses up and down’… Row upon happy row. (Oh, little green lane, will she c…
There are in Paradise Souls neither great nor wise, Yet souls who wear no less The crown of faithfulness. My master bade me watch the flock…
My love it should be silent, being… And being very peaceful should be… Still as the utmost depths of ocea… Serenely silent as some mighty hil… Yet is my love so great it needs m…
The kindliest thing God ever made… His hand of very healing laid Upon a fevered world, is shade. His glorious company of trees Throw out their mantles, and on th…