Treasure-Trove

Yesterday, To – Day, and Forever Ah!  the weary cares and fears,Earnest yearnings through the years! Ah!  the weary cares and fears,Earnest yearnings through the years!Is it not a vale of tears? Ah!  the love we gladly greetEver now is incomplete;If the melody be sweet, And the harmony be true,Earlier

Wounded Only a look and a motion that nobody saw or heard. Only a look and a motion that nobody saw or heard.Past in a moment and over, with never the sound of a word;Streams of converse around me smoothly and cheerily flow,But a terrible stab has been given, a silent

Wait Patiently For Him God doth not bid thee waitTo disappoint at last; God doth not bid thee waitTo disappoint at last;A golden promise, fair and great,In precept-mould is cast.Soon shall the morning gildThe dark horizon-rim,Thy heart’s desire shall be fulfilled,“Wait patiently for Him.” The weary waiting timesAre but the

Traveling Thoughts A still gray haze around us,Behind, a foreign shore, A still gray haze around us,Behind, a foreign shore,A still gray deep beneath us,And Dover cliffs before.Not one within a hundred milesWhose name I ever heard,None who would care to speak to meA passing friendly word:Yet not a shadow

The Turned Lesson “I thought I knew it!” she said;“I thought I had learnt it quite!” “I thought I knew it!” she said;“I thought I had learnt it quite!”But the gentle teacher shook her head,With a grave, yet loving lightIn the eyes that fell on the upturned face,As she gave

The Seeing Heart* Sweet, blind singer over the sea,Tuneful and jubilant: how can it be, Sweet, blind singer over the sea,Tuneful and jubilant: how can it be,That the songs of gladness, which float so far,As if they fell from the evening star,Are the notes of one who may never see“Visible