THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

And by them we find rest in our unrest, And heart-deep in salt tears, do yet entreat God's fellowship, as if on heavenly seat. T ...

Stood the afflicted mother weeping, Near the cross her station keeping Whereon hung her Son and Lord; Through whose spirit sympa ...

I would join thee in thy wailing Here as long as I shall live. Maid of maidens, all excelling! Be not bitter, me repelling; Make ...

Each on her throbbing bosom bore A burden of such fragrant store As never there had lain before. Spices, the purest, richest, be ...

Rare gifts whose chiefest worth was priced By this one thought, that all sufficed: Their spices had been bruised for Christ! MAR ...

O'er the dreadful sacrifice,— Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! By Thy deep expiring groan; By the sad sepulchra ...

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away: Change and decay in all around I se ...

Through the veils of time and space, Passed into the holiest place: All the toil, the sorrow done, All the battle fought and won ...

Place for us he will prepare: In that world, unseen, unknown, He and we may yet be one. He is gone; but not in vain,— Wait until ...

To know it now resolved I am; Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know. What though my shrinking flesh ...

My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and thy name is Love. Contented now upon my thigh I halt till life's short journey end; ...

For to the rest both words and form Seem lost in lightning and in storm, While Saul, in wakeful trance, Sees deep within that da ...

I feel each wound ye reckless give To the least saint below. "I in your care my brethren left, Not willing ye should be bereft O ...

workman follows the plough with sacred songs. Children catch them, and singing only for the joy it gives them now, are yet layin ...

Who life's thorny path have passed; Sung as only they can sing Who behold the promised rest,— "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let m ...

"Many a sorrow, many a labor, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labor ende ...

If vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismayed my spirit dies, Still He who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish ...

When suddenly a star arose,— It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; ...

Then shall thy ravisht soule inspired bee With heavenly thoughts farre above humane skil, And thy bright radiant eyes shall plai ...

Undo the door. No,—that door is hard to open; Hinges rusty, latch is broken; Bid Him go. Wherefore with that knocking dreary Sca ...