THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. The Father hath received Their latest living breath; And vain is Satan's boa ...

To quench their thirst, And taste of nectar's suckets At those clear wells Where sweetness dwells Drawn up by saints in crystal ...

In the still air the music lies unheard; In the rough marble beauty hides unseen: To make the music and the beauty, needs The ma ...

All chafing, unsuccessful things, Make up the sum of life. Love adds anxiety to toil, And sameness doubles cares. While one unbr ...

Words fail it, but it is a thought Which by itself is bliss. Sweet thought, lie closer to my heart! That I may feel thee near, A ...

I saw the light that o'er thy face Stole with a soft, suffusing glow, As if, within, celestial grace Breathed the same bliss tha ...

Often sought, scarce ever chancing. Time and place gives best advice. Out of season, out of price. Crush the serpent in the head ...

HENRY VAUGHAN. * PATIENCE. She hath no beauty in her face Unless the chastened sweetness there, And meek long-suffering, yie ...

SOMETIME. Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, And sun and stars forevermore have set, The things o'er which our ...

MAY RILEY SMITH. * FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE! He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower; And jo ...

A mystic separation 'twixt those twain,— The life beyond us and our souls in pain,— We miss the prospect which we are called unt ...

He looks,—the shepherd of Chaldea's hills Tending his flocks,— And wonders the rich beacon does not blaze, Gladdening his gaze;— ...

That he winds, on the beach, so mellow and clear, When the winds and the waves lie together asleep, And the Moon and the Fairy a ...

That marched so calmly round above her, Was a little dimmed,—as when evening steals Upon noon's hot face. Yet one couldn't but l ...

"But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly."—HEBREWS xi. 16. I'm far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles, F ...

"At even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing, or in the morning."—Mark xiii. 35. "It may be in the evening, When the work of ...

When the mists are on the valleys, shading The rivers chill, And my morning-star is fading, fading Over the hill: Behold I say u ...

Not heeding the fair white roses, Though I crushed them and let them fall. Only looking down the pathway, And looking toward the ...

"Only a few more shadows, And he will come." BARBARA MILLER MACANDREW. * EUTHANASIA. Methinks, when on the languid eye Life' ...

Up to its final home, Beyond the journeyings of the sun, Where streams of living waters run! WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. * THE LAS ...