Is n't God upon the ocean
Just the same as on the land?
Grace is given of God but knowledge is bought in the market.
Would that we two were lying
Beneath the churchyard sod,
With our limbs at rest in the green earth's breast,
And our souls at home with God.
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Ante-room of Hell.
Are gods more ruthless than mortals?
Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them?
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:--
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young!
God give us men. The time demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and willing hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And dam his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking.
He's true to God who's true to man.
'T is heaven alone that is given away;
'T is only God may be had for the asking.
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it;
We are happy now because God wills it.
Ez fer war, I call it murder,--
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that.
.......
An' you've gut to git up airly
Ef you want to take in God.
God makes sech nights, all white and still,
Fur'z you can look or listen.
What men call treasure and the Gods call dross.
Darkness is strong, and so is Sin,
But surely God endures forever.
God, give us Peace! not such as lulls to sleep,
But sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit!
And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep,
Her ports all up, her battle lanterns lit,
And her leashed thunders gathering for their leap.
In the faces of men and women I see God.
To thee only God granted
A heart ever new:
To all always open;
To all always true.
The will is free;
Strong is the soul, and wise and beautiful;
The seeds of godlike power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!
There is no better motto which it [culture] can have than these words of Bishop Wilson, "To make reason and the will of God prevail."
And the souls mounting up to God
Went by her like thin flames.
If God in his wisdom have brought close
The day when I must die,
That day by water or fire or air
My feet shall fall in the destined snare
Wherever my road may lie.
If the light is
It is because God said Let there be light.'
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul
Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot,
The veriest school of Peace; and yet the fool contends that God is not--
Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign:
'T is very sure God walks in mine.