Gerald Massey: Poet, Prophet, and Mystic |
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angel B. O. Flower behold blessings Boston brighter brow child children of men Civilization's Inferno conservatism Cousin Winnie dark dawn dear death divine dream duty earth earth's children Eternal expression eyes face Father fellow-men freedom full of love Gerald Massey glimpse glorious glory God's golden hand hath heart heaven hell Henry Clay higher holy hope human immortal Infinite injustice Jesus Joan of Arc John Ruskin justice justice and truth kill the poor kingliest Kings Kings are crowned kiss life's light live looks Love's Massey's mother mountain nature night noble noblest oppressed overmastered passion poem poet poor poverty prophet and mystic reformer rich sage slaves smile Social Cellar songs soul spirit stanzas star stepped from heaven suffering sweet teaching tears thee thou thought tion Tis coming true union Victor Hugo voice wealth Whittier woman words wrongs
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Page 97 - We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade. The tissue of the Life to be "We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown.
Page 33 - So close and close about our wee White Rose of all the world. With mystical faint fragrance Our house of life she filled; Revealed each hour some fairy tower Where winged hopes might build ! We saw — though none like us might see — Such precious promise pearled Upon the petals of our wee White Rose of all the world. But evermore the halo Of angel-light increased, Like the mystery of moonlight That folds some fairy feast. Snow-white, snow-soft, snow-silently Our darling bud upcurled, And dropt...
Page 7 - This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above; And if we did our duty, it might be full of love.
Page 90 - This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin ; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin...
Page 108 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 91 - Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way; Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear.
Page 65 - To get into them you have to penetrate courts reeking with poisonous and malodorous gases arising from accumulations of sewage and refuse scattered in all directions and often flowing beneath your feet; courts, many of them which the sun never penetrates, which are never visited by a breath of fresh air, and which rarely know the virtues of a drop of cleansing water.
Page 75 - tis hard to bear the sneer and taunt, — With the heart's honest pride at midnight wrestle ; To feel the killing canker-worm of Want, While rich rogues in their stolen luxury nestle; For I have felt it. Yet from Earth's cold Real My soul looks out on coming things, and cheerful The warm Sunrise floods all the land Ideal, And still it whispers to the worn and tearful, Hope on, hope ever.
Page 58 - Creeds, Empires, Systems, rot with age, But the great People's ever youthful ! And it shall write the Future's page, To our humanity more truthful ! The gnarliest heart hath tender chords, To waken at the name of " Brother ;" And time comes when brain-scorpion words We shall not speak to sting each other. 'Tis coming ! yes, 'tis coming...
Page 41 - To those who walk beside them, great men seem Mere common earth ; but distance makes them stars. As dying limbs do lengthen out in death, So grows the stature of their after-fame ; And then we gather up their glorious words, And treasure up their names with loving care.