If only

If only I might love my God and die!—      But now He bids me love Him and live on,      Now when the bloom of all my life is gone, The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. My tree of hope is lopt that spread so high;      And I forget how summer glowed and …

All Saints

They have brought gold and spices to my King,       Incense and precious stuffs and ivory; O holy Mother mine, what can I bring       That so my Lord may deign to look on me? They sing a sweeter song than I can sing,       All crowned and glorified exceedingly: I, bound on earth, weep for my trespassing,– …

Symbols

I watched a rosebud very long      Brought on by dew and sun and shower,      Waiting to see the perfect flower : Then, when I thought it should be strong,      It opened at the matin hour And fell at evensong. I watched a nest from day to day      A green nest full of pleasant shade,      Wherein …

A Christmas Carol

Thank God, thank God, we do believe : Thank God that this is Christmas Eve. Even as we kneel upon this day, Even so, the ancient legends say, Nearly two thousand years ago The stalled ox knelt, and even so The ass knelt full of praise, which they Could not express, while we can pray. …

Martyrs’ Song

We meet in joy, though we part in sorrow ; We part to-night, but we meet to-morrow. Be it flood or blood the path that’s trod, All the same it leads home to God : Be it furnace-fire voluminous, One like God’s Son will walk with us. What are these that glow from afar, These …

The World

By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair :         But all night as the moon so changeth she ;         Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy, And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air,         Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety :         But thro’ the night a beast …

On Keats

A garden in a garden : a green spot         Where all is green : most fitting slumber-place         For the strong man grown weary of a race Soon over. Unto him a goodly lot Hath fallen in fertile ground ; there thorns are not,         But his own daisies ; silence, full of grace,         Surely hath shed …

Sursum Corda

‘Lift up your hearts’ ‘We lift them up.’ Ah me! I cannot, Lord, lift up my heart to Thee : Stoop, lift it up, that where Thou art           I too may be. ‘Give Me thy heart.’ I would not say Thee nay, But have no power to keep or give away My heart : stoop, …