What do we live for? Is labour so lowly, Toil so ignoble, we shrink from its stain? Think it not – labour Is God-like and holy; He that is idle is living in vain. What do we live for? Creation is groaning, Her desolate places are yet to be built; The voice of the years … Continue reading What Do We Live For?
poetry
WORDS
Every heart that throbs must know Fountains sweet and bitter; Either we may cause to flow, By the words we utter. Idle words may pierce the deep Of the gentlest spirit, - Waking sorrow from its sleep, Treading roughly near it. Words of love may lull to rest Care, or grief, or anguish, - Rousing … Continue reading WORDS
THE SECOND ADVENT
In the hush of the silent midnight Shall the cry of His coming be? When the day of the Lord’s appearing Shall flash over earth and sea? Shall it be at the morning’s awaking And the beams of the golden sun Grow pale and be quenched forever When his journey is just begun? We know … Continue reading THE SECOND ADVENT
A family heirloom
A little said, and truly said, Can greater joy impart, Than hosts of words that reach the head, But never touch the heart. Autograph books originated hundreds of years ago among university students in Europe. Fellow students, and later on professional colleagues, would sign each others books, adding well wishes or short poems. For a … Continue reading A family heirloom
Flatlander Faith 