I saw a man who knelt in prayer, And heard him say: 'I'll lay my inmost spirit bare To-day. 'Lord, for to-morrow and its need
By dr.tony5 years ago in Poets
Not all in sorrow and in tears, To pay of gratitude's arrears The yearly sum Not prompted, wholly by the pride Of those for whom their friends have died,
Promise Yourself Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to
Tis the census enumerator A-singing all forlorn: It's ho! for the tall potater, And ho! for the clustered corn. The whiffle-tree bends in the breeze and the fine
The Come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Because you call yourself Knights Templar, and There's neither Knight nor Temple in the land, Because you thus by vain pretense degrade
