He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,
He provideth a kindness for many generations,
And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.
The desire of love, Joy:
The desire of life, Peace:
The desire of the soul, Heaven:
The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.
We felt the universe wuz safe, an' God wuz on his throne.
A million million worlds that move in peace;
A million mighty laws that never cease;
And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds,
Rich with eggs, slaves and store of millet-seeds.
They sleep beneath the sod
And trust in God.
Nor love they least
Who strike with right good will
To vanquish ill
And fight God's battle upward from the beast.
How loving is the Lord God and how strong withal!
Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,
Who gives and asks no payment.
The land of faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
Time softly there
Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.
The gods despise enforcèd offerings.
When the heart brings its dearest and its last
Then only will they hear--if then, if then!
The gods are growing old;
The stars are singing Golden hair to gray
Green leaf to yellow leaf,--or chlorophyl
To xanthophyl, to be more scientific.
Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
Only a baby small,
Dropt from the skies;
Small, but how dear to us
God knoweth best.
It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer.
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley," Latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "Play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
Badness, look you, you may choose easily in a heap: level is the path, and right near it dwells. But before Virtue the immortal gods have put the sweat of man's brow; and long and steep is the way to it, and rugged at the first.
God's mouth knows not to utter falsehood, but he will perform each word.
Success is man's god.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Slowly but surely withal moveth the might of the gods.
Try first thyself, and after call in God;
For to the worker God himself lends aid.
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.