Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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“HAVE WE NOT ALL ONE FATHER?” |
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“HAVE WE NOT ALL ONE FATHER?”
A common feeling
Makes the mighty land
So little, that with earth's rude reeling
It seems to lie within the hand,
And find a station more than even by gravitation—
A force it never may withstand.
It makes the universe a street
In the same city,
Where rival duties are not done
And men and women gaily meet
While out of pity,
All just for others are as one.
Makes the mighty land
So little, that with earth's rude reeling
It seems to lie within the hand,
And find a station more than even by gravitation—
A force it never may withstand.
It makes the universe a street
In the same city,
Where rival duties are not done
And men and women gaily meet
While out of pity,
All just for others are as one.
A common danger
Lends a kinship true
To bird and brute and friend and stranger,
And shows the binding secret clue;
For there affection starts up with the lost direction,
And grants to each his vital due.
It seeks a single home in God,
From angry weather
And suffering with its thunder throes;
It leads where Blessed Feet have trod,
And draws together
Into one rest divided foes.
Lends a kinship true
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And shows the binding secret clue;
For there affection starts up with the lost direction,
And grants to each his vital due.
It seeks a single home in God,
From angry weather
And suffering with its thunder throes;
It leads where Blessed Feet have trod,
And draws together
Into one rest divided foes.
A common treasure
In a guiding hope,
Metes prince and peasant with one sacred measure
And overshines in its blue cope;
It links, like wedding ties, the souls that else were shedding
Sweet blossoms with no power to ope.
It brings to beauty jangled parts
And gently carries
Its sacrament to the cold lip,
And joining sundered hands and hearts
Divinely tarries
For grace of holy partnership.
In a guiding hope,
Metes prince and peasant with one sacred measure
And overshines in its blue cope;
It links, like wedding ties, the souls that else were shedding
Sweet blossoms with no power to ope.
It brings to beauty jangled parts
And gently carries
Its sacrament to the cold lip,
And joining sundered hands and hearts
Divinely tarries
For grace of holy partnership.
A common Father,
As the equal sky,
Alone prevails to gladden all and gather
The nations in one family;
And by His giving of the light for living
Knits every age with sympathy.
And in the sorrow breathed by things,
The touch that mellows
Comes from His hand upraised to bless,
Which clasps us as with shadowed wings
And makes us fellows
In union of fair Christliness.
As the equal sky,
Alone prevails to gladden all and gather
The nations in one family;
And by His giving of the light for living
Knits every age with sympathy.
And in the sorrow breathed by things,
The touch that mellows
Comes from His hand upraised to bless,
Which clasps us as with shadowed wings
And makes us fellows
In union of fair Christliness.
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