Tag: Spiritual poems
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Untitled by Anonymous
“On to the curtained shrine — ay, pass within Into that trembling temple of the world; And there stoop ‘mid the storm. ‘T will visit you In robes of darkness that will seem like night Fallen on mid-day. ‘T will come on you in song Gigantic, but melodious — chorussed still, Like a mad ocean…
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The Falls of Niagara by J. Newton Brown
addressed to a friend Years may roll on, but never shall their race ‡‡ Bring to my eye another sight like this ; Nor shall the rushing flood of Time efface ‡‡ The sentiments profound of awe and bliss ; — ‡‡ No ! never can my mind hereafter miss The images so strongly there…
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Across the Gulf by Lily Alice Lefevre
WHERE the great cataract, Niagara, fills The air with mist, the earth with shuddering sound, A winding path leads to the utmost verge And down the steep a narrow stair is flung, Confronting in its fragile nothingness The world of hurling waters. There, alone, A blind girl stands. As on the dizzy brink Of Alpine…
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On the Bridge at Chippawa by David Hobberlin
hobberlin I love to experience the wind at Chippawa whenever the Westerly blows strong. How it presses back the eager boughs. How it scuffs the tops of the water crests that so mark the dark river’s frown. How it seeks to scour this single bridge that spans the narrows still. How it empties itself where…
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So She Flows by April Jones
As we all stand in awe of her beauty, her power and her blessings, Her hair cascades ever downward draping over her shoulders just as it should so fluently over every obstacle in its path, And her breath emanating from her soft lips in the brisk air rises so high above, disappearing into the clouds,…