Perpetual Light: A Memorial

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Yale University Press, 1919 - Poetry - 135 pages

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Page 14 - ... grace at this time with one accord to make our common supplications unto thee; and dost promise that when two or three are gathered together in thy Name thou wilt grant their requests; Fulfil now...
Page 115 - If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?
Page 109 - HER WAY You loved the hay in the meadow, Flowers at noon, The high cloud's long shadow, Honey of June, The flaming woodways tangled With Fall on the hill, The towering night star-spangled And winter-still. And you loved firelit faces, The hearth, the home, — Your mind on golden traces, London or Rome, — On quaintly-colored spaces Where heavens glow With his quaint saints
Page 110 - You put your trust,— A crock and a table, Love's end of day, And light of a storied stable Where kings must pray. Somewhere there is a village For you and me, Hayfield, hearth and tillage,— Where can it be? Prayers when birds awake, Daily bread, Toil for His sunlit sake Who raised us dead. With this in mind you moved Through love and pain.
Page 63 - Ibid. 1 know some force is mighty, some force I cannot reach. I know that words are said to me that are not said with speech. My heart has learned a lesson that I can never teach. Only this I know, that I am overtaken By a swifter runner Whose breath is never shaken, That I follow on His pace, and that round me, as I waken, Are the headlands of home and the blue sea swinging And the flowers of the valleys their fresh scents flinging And the prophets and the poets, with their singing — with their...
Page 77 - Judgment DOWN the deep steps of stone, through iron doors, I entered that red room and saw the rack, And round the walls I saw them sit in black, The immutable and urgent councilors. My heart was clotted with an old remorse, Despair a vulture fast upon my back. I saw my body like an empty sack Tossed disarticulate on grated floors. But even a wilder wonder at this crime, Tried in the dungeon of my own grim life, Woke, as your memory awoke with tune That crazed the very...
Page 60 - Save there is sweetness round my heart and the world a screen Of interwoven mystery to a world unseen.
Page 106 - The House at Evening Across the school-ground it would start To light my eyes, that yellow gleam — The window of the flaming heart, The chimney of the tossing dream. The scuffed and wooden porch of Heaven, The voice that came like a caress, The warm kind hands that once were given My carelessness. It was a house you would not think Could hold such sacraments in things Or give the wild heart meat and drink Or give the stormy soul high wings Or chime small voices to such mirth Or crown the night...
Page 2 - Of him who waits upon the priest, leaving the side uncovered and the arms free! Ah, I see, it is the spirit of Monsanvierge which lives in you, the supreme flower outside of this sealed garden! Ah, do not turn to me that face which is no longer of this world! that is no longer my dear Violaine. There are enough angels to serve the mass in heaven! Have pity on me, who am only a man without wings, who rejoiced in this companion God had given me, and that I should hear her sigh with her head resting...
Page 33 - For you are to me what the bowstring is to the shaft, Speeding my purpose aloft and aflame and afar. Through the thick of the ftght, in your eyes' steady light my soul hath seen splendor, and laughed.

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