Collected Poems

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P. J. Kenedy & sons, 1915 - American poetry - 261 pages
 

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Page 88 - O CRUEL manger, how bleak, how bleak ! For the limbs of the Babe, my God; Soft little limbs on the cold, cold straw; Weep, O eyes, for thy God ! Bitter ye winds in the frosty night Upon the Babe, my God, Piercing the torn and broken thatch ; Lament, O heart, for thy God ! Bare is the floor, how bare, how bare For the Babe's sweet mother, my God; Only a stable for mother and Babe; How cruel thy world, my God ! Cast out, cast out, by his brother men Unknown the Babe, my God ; The ox and the ass alone...
Page 84 - The banner of the world's fair hope, Set with stars from the azure cope, When liberty was young, And yet unsung Clarioned her voice among The trodden peoples, and stirred The pulses with her word, Till the swift flood red From the quick heart sped, Flushing valour's cheek with flame At sounding of her august sacred name! Lift up the banner of the stars, The standard of the double bars, Red with the holy tide Of heroes...
Page 89 - But I alone may not come near The Babe in the manger, my God; Weep for thy sins, O heart, and plead With Mary the mother of God. May I not come, oh, just to the door, To see the Babe, my God; There will I stop and kneel and adore, And weep for my sins, O God! But Mary smiles, and...
Page 88 - White as the radiant sun The whole earth shining on! THE BABE OF BETHLEHEM O cruel manger, how bleak, how bleak! For the limbs of the babe, my God; Soft little limbs on the cold, cold straw; Weep, O eyes, for thy God! Bitter ye winds in the frosty night Upon the Babe, my God, Piercing the torn and broken thatch; Lament, O heart, for thy God! Bare is the floor, how bare, how bare For the Babe's sweet mother, my God; Only a stable for mother and Babe; How cruel thy world, my God! Cast out, cast out,...
Page 1 - For she goeth about seeking such as are worthy of her, and she showeth herself to them cheerfully in the ways and meeteth them with all providence.
Page 35 - In plentitude of grace Dare look again unshamed upon its Maker's Face! Chosen to bear the Eternal Word, In her your more than dignity restored ; In her the more than golden worth Of Eden's prime when Heaven was linked with earth; Unstained by Adam's guilty forfeiture, In her your long corrupted flesh made pure ; For of her, flesh of flesh and bone of bone, Eternal Love builds up His stainless throne! VII Rejoice and be glad this day! In jubilation lay Your tribute at her feet, Spotless and most meet,...
Page 111 - FALLEN (1858- ) i Mors Victor Before thy grisly front no man may stand; No heart but quakes at sounding of thy feet; Thy coming none may flee, though ne'er so fleet, And trembling earth confesses thy command. From kings their crowns thou pluck'st and from the hand Of Power its scepter; thou mock'st the vacant seat Of Pride or Love; or high nor low degree may cheat Thee of thy tribute, Lord of sea and land.
Page 86 - ... the banner blue As heaven, and as true In constancy! Lift up the banner white As sea foam in the light Of liberty; The banner of the triple hue, The banner of the red and white and blue, Bright ensign of the free! Lift up the banner of the days to come, When cease the trumpet and the rolling drum; When peace in the nest of love Unfolds the wings of the dove, Brooding o'er the days to-be, Peace born of freedom's might, Peace sprung from the power of right, The peace of liberty! Lift up the flag...
Page 1 - Wisdom is glorious and never fadeth away, and is easily seen by them that love her, and is found by them that seek her.
Page 35 - ... her your more than dignity restored ; In her the more than golden worth Of Eden's prime when Heaven was linked with earth; Unstained by Adam's guilty forfeiture, In her your long corrupted flesh made pure ; For of her, flesh of flesh and bone of bone, Eternal Love builds up His stainless throne! VII Rejoice and be glad this day! In jubilation lay Your tribute at her feet, Spotless and most meet, The mystic rose of Jesse's root, To bear the heavenly fruit; Wisdom's seat and Heaven's gate, Our...

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