By some fair deed,
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like sunlight on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like sunlight on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
Contemporary Verse - v01-02
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They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the freezing sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
5
LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert .
This hour shall pass,
Bearing beneath its heart
Our love, unborn;
Nor shall I mourn.
Like wind, leaving no footsteps in the grass, It will depart.
It came like light
Pouring into my eyes, —
This thought from yours
"Such passion might,
If we had faith —" Alas, we are too wise; No dream endures.
I shall forget
Your dream and mine.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the unremembering sea Without regret.
6
THE TIDE
By Jeannette Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
You come and go As waters flow;
You lap me 'round And pour me full; A shell at rest,
You touch my breast. I feel your will,
And I am bound
By light, by sound; You love me still.
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light.
Men say you died.
They knew not what to say.
I hear the tide, I hear the tide!
7
THE PROOF
By Abigail Fithian Halsey How would I prove my love?
By some fair deed,
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like sunlight on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
How do I prove my love?
By standing just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By watching your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
8
THE SOURCE
By Abigail Fithian Halsey
Dear comrade, do they call you dead? Ah no, not I.
Last night the moon lay white on all the land, A boat was anchored
Here beside the stream.
Oh, 'twas a merry party
Setting forth,
And you were here, And those we loved, And I.
One took the oars
And rowed us toward the hills.
The woods closed in,
The stream grew dark,
And then
The boat was grounded sudden on the shoals,
And I
Said quickly that perhaps
We'd come too far.
Too far, they all agreed,
And turned us back.
Then quietly you rose and stepped ashore, And with a smile to me,
Said,
"I am going on
To find the source,"
And left us there,
And I —
Dear comrade, do they call you dead ? Ah no, not I!
9
YOUR EYES ARE LIKE THE SEA By Leslie Nelson Jennings
Your eyes are like the sea
When air and sky, by some old alchemy,
Draw from the fires of spring The very substance of infinity—
The color of the stars' own conjuring.
. . .
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the freezing sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
5
LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert .
This hour shall pass,
Bearing beneath its heart
Our love, unborn;
Nor shall I mourn.
Like wind, leaving no footsteps in the grass, It will depart.
It came like light
Pouring into my eyes, —
This thought from yours
"Such passion might,
If we had faith —" Alas, we are too wise; No dream endures.
I shall forget
Your dream and mine.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the unremembering sea Without regret.
6
THE TIDE
By Jeannette Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
You come and go As waters flow;
You lap me 'round And pour me full; A shell at rest,
You touch my breast. I feel your will,
And I am bound
By light, by sound; You love me still.
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light.
Men say you died.
They knew not what to say.
I hear the tide, I hear the tide!
7
THE PROOF
By Abigail Fithian Halsey How would I prove my love?
By some fair deed,
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like sunlight on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
How do I prove my love?
By standing just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By watching your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
8
THE SOURCE
By Abigail Fithian Halsey
Dear comrade, do they call you dead? Ah no, not I.
Last night the moon lay white on all the land, A boat was anchored
Here beside the stream.
Oh, 'twas a merry party
Setting forth,
And you were here, And those we loved, And I.
One took the oars
And rowed us toward the hills.
The woods closed in,
The stream grew dark,
And then
The boat was grounded sudden on the shoals,
And I
Said quickly that perhaps
We'd come too far.
Too far, they all agreed,
And turned us back.
Then quietly you rose and stepped ashore, And with a smile to me,
Said,
"I am going on
To find the source,"
And left us there,
And I —
Dear comrade, do they call you dead ? Ah no, not I!
9
YOUR EYES ARE LIKE THE SEA By Leslie Nelson Jennings
Your eyes are like the sea
When air and sky, by some old alchemy,
Draw from the fires of spring The very substance of infinity—
The color of the stars' own conjuring.
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