Collected Poems 1897 - 1907 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 69 pages of information about Collected Poems 1897.

In The Time Of War And Tumults

O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands
  Despair and victory give;
In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,
  The souls of nations live;

Thou wilt not turn Thy face away
  From those who work Thy will,
But send Thy peace on hearts that pray,
  And guard Thy people still.

Remember not the days of shame,
  The hands with rapine dyed,
The wavering will, the baser aim,
  The brute material pride: 

Remember, Lord, the years of faith,
  The spirits humbly brave,
The strength that died defying death,
  The love that loved the slave: 

The race that strove to rule Thine earth
  With equal laws unbought:  . 
Who bore for Truth the pangs of birth,
  And brake the bonds of Thought.

Remember how, since time began,
  Thy dark eternal mind
Through lives of men that fear not man
  ls light for all mankind.

Thou wilt not turn Thy face away
  From those who work Thy will,
But send Thy strength on hearts that pray
  For strength to serve Thee still.

The Building Of The Temple

(An Anthem Heard In Canterbury Cathedral)

[The Organ]

O Lord our God, we are strangers before Thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers:  our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.

O Lord God of our fathers, keep this for ever in the imagination of the thoughts of Thy people, and prepare their heart unto Thee.

And give unto Solomon my son a perfect heart to keep Thy commandments, and to build the palace for the which I have made provision.

[Boys’ voices.]

O come to the Palace of Life,
Let us build it again. 
It was founded on terror and strife,
It was laid in the curse of the womb,
And pillared on toil and pain,
And hung with veils of doom,
And vaulted with the darkness of the tomb.

[Men’s voices.]

O Lord our God, we are sojourners here for a day,
  Strangers and sojourners, as all our fathers were: 
Our years on the earth are a shadow that fadeth away;
  Grant us light for our labour, and a time for prayer.


But now with endless song,
And joy fulfilling the Law;
Of passion as pure as strong
And pleasure undimmed of awe;
With garners of wine and grain
Laid up for the ages long,
Let us build the Palace again
And enter with endless song,
Enter and dwell secure, forgetting the years of wrong.


O Lord our God, we are strangers and sojourners here,
  Our beginning was night, and our end is hid in Thee: 
Our labour on the earth is hope redeeming fear,
  In sorrow we build for the days we shall not see.


Great is the name
Of the strong and skilled,
Lasting the fame
Of them that build: 
The tongues of many nations
Shall speak of our praise,
And far generations
Be glad for our days.

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