Category: Poetry
Through miles of green cornfields that lusty And strong face the sun and rejoice In his heat, where the brown bees go dusty With pollen from flowers of their choice, ’Mong myriads down by the river Who offer their honey, the train Flies south with a whir and a shiver, Flies so...
And God is love! He sent This love that fills my heart. Oh, most divine-- Oh, nearest to him of all earthly things, A love that passeth self--a love like mine That passeth under...
1. Part 1Through miles of green cornfields that lusty And strong face the sun and rejoice In his heat, where the brown bees go dusty With pollen from flowers of their choice, ’Mong myria...
2. Part 2They did not say. I hope to bear him home To-morrow; for in truth I scarce could come, So ill my mother, and so full my hands Of household cares; but, Willie understands.
4. Part 4Child, do not sob. Come to me--let me hold you; who can tell, Perhaps he hears you, though so still. We’ll stand Together by his side--thus, hand-in-hand-- And gaze on his calm...