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The Unreturning, by Bliss Carman
The old eternal spring once more
Comes back the sad eternal way,
With tender rosy light before
The going-out of day.
The great white moon across my door
Where Are You, by Brother De Buff
The place in my heart is empty
I want to scream come back I love you
Words are lost
on my action of the past
Heavy is my burden I must continue
Scum o' the Earth, by Robert Haven Schauffler
I
At the gate of the West I stand,
On the isle where the nations throng.
We call them "scum o' the earth";
Stay, are we doing you wrong,
Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
GIVE all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse--
Evensong, by Ridgely Torrence
Beauty calls and gives no warning,
Shadows rise and wander on the day.
In the twilight, in the quiet evening,
We shall rise and smile and go away.
Over the flaming leaves
Written in Northampton County Asylum, by John Clare
I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.
A Quiet Soul, by John Oldham
THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull'd asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Harps hung up in Babylon, by Arthur Colton
The harps hung up in Babylon,
Their loosened strings rang on, sang on,
And cast their murmurs forth upon
The roll and roar of Babylon:
"Forget me, Lord, if I forget
The Water-Nymph and the Boy, by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
I FLUNG me round him,
I drew him under;
I clung, I drown'd him,
My own white wonder!...
Father and mother,
Have you an Eye, by Edwin Ford Piper
Have you an eye for the trails, the trails,
The old mark and the new?
What scurried here, what loitered there,
In the dust and in the dew?
Have you an eye for the beaten track,
Sun, by Henry Rowe
ANGEL, king of streaming morn;
Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine;
T' orient tread the waste forlorn;
Guide aetherial, pow'r divine;
Thou, Lord of all within!
The Golden Cup Cries Diversity, by Jacqueline Amos
The golden cup of Diversity, the symbolic visions sings all glory be to God.
Wisdom the knowledge of life to human kindness, embrace the golden cup of diversity. The giving heart the laughter of love, yesterday that brings the past of engravings growths of psalm. Almighty of Humanity a vision of the promise to God. The oppress will no longer be sadden of the past. Human kindness will be the fruits of great men.
I rise to the mountains of human consciousness, I sing the songs of righteousness, let no man fall under. The warriors of the chariots that sings the holy songs.
The chariots bare the wings of angels, the heavens open, to Gods promises, Everyman shall smile upon the holy grounds.
The waters rise to the mountains, the sea's embrace the oceans in harmony, the word love has taken a new meaning in the paradise of Gods Garden.
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