Dreams and Images: An Anthology of Catholic Poets

For advice and assistance in collecting and arranging these poems, I am grateful to many friends, especially to Mr. T. R. Smith, Miss Caroline Giltinan and Mr. John Bunker. The...

When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my m...

Thine were throb of his heart and thought of his brain and toil of his strong right hand; For thee he braved scorn and reviling, and loss of gold and land,

At midnight from the zenith burst a light More radiant and more beautiful than dawn, And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawn Gazed upward in mute wonder on the sight; The sta...

As hyacinths make way from out the dark, My soul awakes, At thought of Thee, like sap beneath the bark; As little violets in field and park Rise to the trilling thrush and meado...

He always loved the mountain tops, for there Away from earth, He treads the mystic ways, And sees the vision of the Fairest Fair, As Heaven dawns upon His raptured gaze; The lon...

A-down the street there rang a clatter loud Of horses dashing in a maddened run, And sounds of wheels swift rolling on the pave. The women shrank affrighted to the wall, And cow...

The Lion, he prowleth far and near. Nor swerves for pain or rue; He heedeth nought of sloth nor fear, He prowleth--prowleth through The silent glade and the weary street, In the...

And so, deep-hid in many a city street, Or far where lonely workers break the soil, Are shrines where Thou, the Merciful, dost meet, In love’s embrace, the weary ones that toil....

How may I sing, unworthy I, Our Lady’s glorious sanctity? She whose celestial shoon Rest on the horned moon In Heaven’s highest galaxy; She whom the poet sang of old In that rar...

He told how my son, at the shepherd’s door, kept watch in Monmouth’s clothes, While Monmouth donned the shepherd’s frock, in hope to cheat his foes. A couple of troopers spied h...

A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here’s to the Captain bold, And never forget the Commodore’s debt when the deeds of might are told! They stand to the deck through the ba...

Stolen was the bread; then hunger and drouth Went to and fro; began the wail, Struck root the poor-house and the jail, Ere cut the dykes, let through that flood, Ye writ the pro...

God made Him birds in a pleasant humour; Tired of planets and suns was He. He said: “I will add a glory to summer, Gifts for my creatures banished from Me!”