THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land? Into ...

The silence—awful, sweet, and calm— They have no power to break; For mortal words are not for them To utter or partake. So thin, ...

I never spake with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given. EMILY DICKINSON. * T ...

In purity, Till all is glory And joy to me! High thoughts! They are my own When I am resting on a mountain's bosom, And see belo ...

NEARER HOME. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home to-day That I ever have been before; Nearer ...

Where kindred spirits reunite Whom death hath torn asunder here,— How sweet it were at once to die, To leave this blighted orb a ...

And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My ...

The love that lived through all the stormy past, And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the la ...

Its stainless splendor o'er those sinless shores; For there Jehovah shines with heavenly ray, And Jesus reigns, dispensing endle ...

The merrysome maiden used to sing— The brown, brown hair that once was wont to cling To temples long clay-cold: to the very core ...

The sorrow-burdened past shall fade for Evermore. MORTIMER COLLINS. * THE ANSWER. "Who would not go" With buoyant steps, to ...

* FOREVER WITH THE LORD. Forever with the Lord! Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, And immortality. Her ...

The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive him not. In darkness as in light, Hidden alike from view, I sleep, I wake, as ...

He roamed alone through weary years, By cruel men still scorned and mocked, Until from faith's pure fires and tears Again he ros ...

Each middle nature joined at each extreme, To that above is joined, to that beneath; Parts, into parts reciprocally shot, Abhor ...

Of good, ere night, would make life longer seem Than if each year might number a thousand days, Spent as is this by nations of m ...

In the scroll Of life and blissfulness enroll, That we may praise thee to eternity. Allelujah! JEREMY TAYLOR. * THE SPIRIT-L ...

We may not hear the songs that echo there, Through those enchanted bowers. The city's shining towers we may not see With our dim ...

The bliss for which he sighs,— Where sorrow never lives, And friendship never dies? The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow, S ...

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled betwe ...