Category: Poetry

In this our world

Lord, I am born! I have built me a body Whose ways are all open, Whose currents run free, From the life that is thine Flowing ever within me, To the life that is mine Flowing outward through me.

Chapters

7. Part 7

In dark and early ages, through the primal forests faring, Ere the soul came shining into prehistoric night, Two-fold man was equal; they were comrades dear and daring, Living w...

4. Part 4

After the loss of love where I had sought him, After the anguish of the empty shrine, Came a warm joy from all the hearts around me, A feeling that some perfect strength had fou...

8. Part 8

Never in all the lands Was there a power so great, To move the wheels of state, To lift up body and mind, To waken the deaf and blind, As the power that is in your hands!

10. Part 10

Let every man be given what he earns! We cry, and call it justice. Let him have The product of his labor—and no more! Well, then, let us begin with life’s first needs, And give...

2. Part 2

It takes great strength to bring your life up square With your accepted thought, and hold it there; Resisting the inertia that drags back From new attempts to the old habit’s tr...

6. Part 6

I thought that life could have no sting To infant butterflies, So I gazed on this unhappy thing With wonder and surprise, While sadly with his waving wing He wiped his weeping e...

3. Part 3

Why not look forward far as Plato looked And see the beauty of our coming life, As he saw that which might be ours to-day? If his soul, then, could rise so far beyond The brutal...

5. Part 5

Wide-flowing, self-sown, stealing near and far, Breaking the green like islands in the sea; Great stretches at your feet, and spots that bend Dwindling over the horizon’s end,—...

9. Part 9

The mother hen doth scratch for her chicks, And scratch for herself beside; The mother cow doth nurse her calf, Yet fares as well as her other half In the pasture free and wide.

1. Part 1

Lord, I am born! I have built me a body Whose ways are all open, Whose currents run free, From the life that is thine Flowing ever within me, To the life that is mine Flowing ou...

11. Part 11

It don’t hurt them a bit, For they can’t practise it; But it’s our great joy and pride— What virtue have we beside? We believe, as sure as we live, That it is more blessed to gi...