This much, O heavenif I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that...
A Prayer in Darkness
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This much, O heavenif I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable...
Facing the illimitable ocean There are no bounds, Earth blends with sky And reaches on into infinitude. Even so my life facing the future Sees no...
A Birthday Meditation: Another year is ended, And still my skies are bright, For hope and faith are blended, And all will soon be right. A song of...