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Rolling planet, flaming sun,
Stand in nobler man complete;
Frame the shrine for Godhead meet.
Homeward led, the wondering eye
Upward yearned in joy or awe,
Guidance of Thy guardian Law.
Down from mystic skies it burned;
Its eternal gladness earned.
Breathing in the thinker's creed,
Pulsing in the hero's blood,
Freshening time with truth and good,
Consecrating art and song,
Holy book and pilgrim track,
From the sacred limits back, -
Love of God, unspent and free,
Samuel Johnson (1822–1882]
I IN THEE, AND THOU IN ME I AM but clay in thy hands; but thou art the all-loving artist;
Passive I lie in thy sight, yet in my selfhood I strive So to embody the life and love thou ever impartest
That in my spheres of the finite I may be truly alive. Knowing thou needest this form, as I thy divine inspiration, Knowing thou shapest the clay with a vision and purpose
divine, So would I answer each touch of thy hand in its loving creation,
That in my conscious life thy power and beauty may shine. Reflecting the noble intent thou hast in forming thy crea
tures; Waking from sense into life of the soul, and the image of
thee; Working with thee in thy work to model humanity's features Into the likeness of God, myself from myself I would
One with all human existence, no one above or below me;
morn; Growing from clay to statue, from statue to flesh, till thou
know me Wrought into manhood celestial, and in thine image re
So in thy love will I trust, bringing me sooner or later
from thee. Thine, thine only, this warm dear life, O loving Creator! Thine the invisible future, born of the present, must be.
Christopher Pearse Cranch (1813–1892)
THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
What unto themselves was taught
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart, though seeming near, In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
What is social company
But a babbling summer stream? What our wise philosophy
But the glancing of a dream?
Only when the sun of love
Melts the scattered stars of thought, Only when we live above
What the dim-eyed world hath taught,
Only when our souls are fed
By the fount which gave them birth, And by inspiration led
Which they never drew from earth,
We, like parted drops of rain,
Swelling till they meet and run, Shall be all absorbed again, Melting, flowing into one.
Christopher Pearse Cranch (1813-1892]
What may we take into the vast Forever?
That marble door
No fame-wreathed crown we wore,
What can we bear beyond the unknown portal?
No gold, no gains
No hoarded wealth remains,
Naked from out that far abyss behind us
We entered here:
What wondrous world was near,
Into the silent, starless Night before us,
Naked we glide:
No comrade at our side,
Yet fearless toward that midnight, black and hollow,
Our footsteps fare;
His love alone is there,
Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887] A MIND CONTENT
JOG ON, JOG ON”
From “The Winter's Tale "
Jos on, jog on the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616]
ON A CONTENTED MIND
WHEN all is done and said,
In the end this shall you find: He most of all doth bathe in bliss
That hath a quiet mind;
To deem can be content
In thinking to be spent.
The body subject is
To fickle Fortune's power,
Is casual every hour;
It to a clod of clay;
Runs never to decay.
Companion none is like
Unto the mind alone,
Through thinking, few, or none.