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Childhood

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye
Dazzles at it, as at eternity.
Were now that chronicle alive,
Those white designs which children drive,
And the thoughts of each harmless hour,
With their content, too, in my power,
Quickly would I make my path even,
And by mere playing go to heaven.

Why should men love
A wolf more than a lamb or dove?
Or choose hell-fire and brimstone streams
Before bright stars and God's own beams?
Who kisseth thorns will hurt his face,
But flowers do both refresh and grace,
And sweetly living - fie on men! -
Are, when dead, medicinal then;
If seeing much should make staid eyes,
And long experience should make wise,
Since all that age doth teach is ill,
Why should I not love childhood still?
Why, if I see a rock or shelf,
Shall I from thence cast down myself?
Or by complying with the world,
From the same precipice be hurled?
Those observations are but foul
Which make me wise to lose my soul.

And yet the practice worldlings call
Business, and weighty action all,
Checking the poor child for his play,
But gravely cast themselves away.

Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span
Where weeping Virtue parts with man;
Where love without lust dwells, and bends
What way we please without self-ends.

An age of mysteries! which he
Must live twice that would God's face see;
Which angels guard, and with it play,
Angels! which foul men drive away.

How do I study now, and scan
Thee more than e'er I studied man,
And only see through a long night
Thy edges and thy bordering light!
Oh for thy center and midday!
For sure that is the narrow way!

poem by Henry Vaughan
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Mind Drive

(anderson/squire/white/howe/wakeman)
Dont forget to seek out the world
If you want to stay [stake out]
Your actions speak much louder than words
And you get to realize
Just as long as you have control
Holding the fire
Just as long as you can control
This point of your desire
Great days, it will all come to you [wait as it will ...]
Feel another future response [feel it as a...]
You get the heaven you like
You get the heaven
You get the heaven you need
You get to heaven now
Just as long as you bring the power
From the inside
Just as long as you hold the key
From the inside
Ascend and create
Ascend and create
Ascend and create
Ascension
They will bring you rain
They will move the sky
They will give you light
It will lift you long [it will live you long.]
To the eyes of child
To the song of songs
It will bring the moon
It will transfer you
Whole [home]
Pushing for the time to call
Dancing on the moon
Giving it out [digging it out]
In the night of nights
It will shine for you
With the wings of flight
It will make it through
To the eyes of child [through the eyes...]
And the test of song
It will comfort you
It will make you feel
Whole
Looking for the chance to call
Making the world
Independently
Whole
Watching for the place to run
Dancing, dancing, move
We will make it right
We will dance for you
On this night of nights
They will make it through
Through the eyes of child
And the wish you are
As the thought that comes
From a distant star
Whatever thoughts you have
Can become a new dream
For the perfect stance
Take you there and back again
And you believe you are
Independently whole
Waiting for the signs, whole [home]
Reaching for the farside show
Whole
Dancing for the moon
Dancing for the light
Whole
Pushing for the mind drive
Dancing for the hour [earth]
Dancing for the light
Whole
Dancing for the light
They will bring the rain
They will make it right
It will transfer you
Each and every night
With her wings of hope
They will cover you
They will make it right
They will shine for you
With the golden wings
Close around your soul
It will count for you
It will make you whole
To the eyes of child [through the eyes...]
And the song of songs
It will make you move
It will transfer you
And so it comes to this now
When you walk into the bliss that
Holds down the fire
As pleasure will divide [divine]
So close, so let your heart enter
Succumb and let your heart enter this [so come, and let...]
So close, and let yourself lose control
Heaven help the love that you send
Heaven has the love you send.
Reeeeeeeea _ llly [breathe]
Whole
Watching for the time to call
Dancing in the light
Making it right
Dancing
Dancing
Whole
Waiting for the signs
Whole [home]
Reaching for the sight to show
Whole
Independently
Whole
Pushing for the mind drive
Dancing on the out [earth]
Dancing in the light
They will bring the rain
They will shine the light
Understanding this
It can come tonight
For the love of love
And the answers, too
It begins with me
It begins with you
Whole
Wishing for the time to call
Looking for the sign
Making it right
Dancing
Dancing
Whole
Waiting for the time to call
Dancing in the harmless sun
Entering the mind drive
Dont forget to seek out the world
If you want to stake out
Actions speak much louder the words [than words]
And you get to realize
Just as long as you have control
Holding the fire
Just as long as you get to keep
This point of your desire
When tense, it will come to you [wait as it will come to you]
Fear of the future response [feel it as a future response]
You get the heaven you like
You get to heaven
You get the heaven you need
You get to heaven now

song performed by by Yes
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Mind Drive

(anderson/squire/white/howe/wakeman)
Dont forget to seek out the world
If you want to stay [stake out]
Your actions speak much louder than words
And you get to realize
Just as long as you have control
Holding the fire
Just as long as you can control
This point of your desire
Great days, it will all come to you [wait as it will ...]
Feel another future response [feel it as a...]
You get the heaven you like
You get the heaven
You get the heaven you need
You get to heaven now
Just as long as you bring the power
From the inside
Just as long as you hold the key
From the inside
Ascend and create
Ascend and create
Ascend and create
Ascension
They will bring you rain
They will move the sky
They will give you light
It will lift you long [it will live you long.]
To the eyes of child
To the song of songs
It will bring the moon
It will transfer you
Whole [home]
Pushing for the time to call
Dancing on the moon
Giving it out [digging it out]
In the night of nights
It will shine for you
With the wings of flight
It will make it through
To the eyes of child [through the eyes...]
And the test of song
It will comfort you
It will make you feel
Whole
Looking for the chance to call
Making the world
Independently
Whole
Watching for the place to run
Dancing, dancing, move
We will make it right
We will dance for you
On this night of nights
They will make it through
Through the eyes of child
And the wish you are
As the thought that comes
From a distant star
Whatever thoughts you have
Can become a new dream
For the perfect stance
Take you there and back again
And you believe you are
Independently whole
Waiting for the signs, whole [home]
Reaching for the farside show
Whole
Dancing for the moon
Dancing for the light
Whole
Pushing for the mind drive
Dancing for the hour [earth]
Dancing for the light
Whole
Dancing for the light
They will bring the rain
They will make it right
It will transfer you
Each and every night
With her wings of hope
They will cover you
They will make it right
They will shine for you
With the golden wings
Close around your soul
It will count for you
It will make you whole
To the eyes of child [through the eyes...]
And the song of songs
It will make you move
It will transfer you
And so it comes to this now
When you walk into the bliss that
Holds down the fire
As pleasure will divide [divine]
So close, so let your heart enter
Succumb and let your heart enter this [so come, and let...]
So close, and let yourself lose control
Heaven help the love that you send
Heaven has the love you send.
Reeeeeeeea _ llly [breathe]
Whole
Watching for the time to call
Dancing in the light
Making it right
Dancing
Dancing
Whole
Waiting for the signs
Whole [home]
Reaching for the sight to show
Whole
Independently
Whole
Pushing for the mind drive
Dancing on the out [earth]
Dancing in the light
They will bring the rain
They will shine the light
Understanding this
It can come tonight
For the love of love
And the answers, too
It begins with me
It begins with you
Whole
Wishing for the time to call
Looking for the sign
Making it right
Dancing
Dancing
Whole
Waiting for the time to call
Dancing in the harmless sun
Entering the mind drive
Dont forget to seek out the world
If you want to stake out
Actions speak much louder the words [than words]
And you get to realize
Just as long as you have control
Holding the fire
Just as long as you get to keep
This point of your desire
When tense, it will come to you [wait as it will come to you]
Fear of the future response [feel it as a future response]
You get the heaven you like
You get to heaven
You get the heaven you need
You get to heaven now

song performed by by Yes
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Love Will Make It Right

(d. fagen)
I knew from the first time I saw you
I wanted you for myself
You feel the same though its got to be wrong
We each belong to somebody else
Once it was vague desire
Now its a raging fire
Those things that people are saying
Cant keep our love on the shelf
How long can we talk about it
What good is life without it
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right
Four friends are driving on sunday
Our smiles a useless disguise
By now they know whats inside our hearts
My sweet, it shows in your eyes
Through all the foolish laughter
They know just what were after
How long can we keep on living
This life of unspoken lies
Some will be touched with sadness
But how can we stop the madness
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right
Some will be touched with sadness
But how can we stop the madness
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Power Of Love

Aye aye aye aye
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light scaring darkness away
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down
I'll be around with my undying
Death defying love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love flowers and pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushing in, rushing inside of me
Yeah
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwined divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky scraping dove
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Say What

Say what, make out
Say what, make out
Its a crazy situation
Keeps my body hot
I want infatuation
Something you aint got
This fire inside
A love so bright
Say what
The hell you think youve done
Drive me higher and higher
Make out (make out)
When nothings going on
Oh youre such a liar
I got no future
Whats the use in keeping tight
Always wrapped up in yourself
Oh youre alright
Why should I fall
No love at all
Say what
The hell you think youve done
Drive me higher and higher
Make out (make out)
When nothings going on
Oh youre such a liar
Mama said youre as good as dead
If you dont polish up yourself
(love dont come either)
Say what
Love, love, love
(love dont come either)
Make out
Whyd you try to fool me
I see, got no heart
Threw me tried to rue me
Tore my head apart
See your lover move on
See right from wrong
Say what
The hell you think youve done
Drive me higher and higher
Make out (make out)
When nothings going on
Oh youre such a liar
Mama said youre as good as dead
If you dont polish up yourself
Say what
The hell you think youve done
Drive me higher and higher
Make out (make out)
When nothings going on
Oh youre such a liar
Say what
The hell you think youve done
Drive me higher and higher
Make out (make out)
When nothings going on
Oh youre such a liar

song performed by by Erasure
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I Hate You Then I Love You

Id like to run away from you
But if I were to leave you I would die
Id like to break the chains you put
Around me
And yet Ill never try
No matter what you do you drive me
Crazy
Id rather be alone
But then I know my life would be so
Empty
As soon as you were gone
Impossible to live with you
But I could never live without you
For whatever you do / for whatever you
Do
I never, never, never
Want to be in love with anyone but you
You make me sad
You make me strong
You make me mad
You make me long for you / you make
Me long for you
You make me live
You make me die
You make me laugh
You make me cry for you / you make me
Cry for you
I hate you
Then I love you
Then I love you
Then I hate you
Then I love you more
For whatever you do
I never, never, never
Want to be in love with anyone but you
You treat me wrong
You treat me right
You let me be
You make me fight with you / I could
Never live without you
You make me high
You bring me down
You set me free
You hold me bound to you
I hate you
Then I love you
Then I love you
Then I hate you
Then I love you more / I love you more
For whatever you do / for whatever you
Do
I never, never, never
Want to be in love with anyone but you
I never, never, never
I never, never, never
I never, never, never
Want to be in love with anyone but you
But you

song performed by by Celine Dion
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Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain

Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee
So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought
So much a thing of naught?

Love is too kind, I see, and can
Make but a simple merchant-man.
'Twas for such sorry merchandise
Bold painters have put out his eyes.

Alas, sweet Lord! what were't to Thee
If there were no such worms as we?
Heav'n ne'er the less still Heav'n would be,
Should mankind dwell
In the deep hell.
What have his woes to do with Thee?

Let him go weep
O'er his own wounds;
Seraphims will not sleep,
Nor spheres let fall their faithful rounds.

Still would the youthful spirits sing,
And still Thy spacious palace ring;
Still would those beauteous ministers of light
Burn all as bright,
And bow their flaming heads before Thee;
Still thrones and dominations would adore Thee.
Still would those ever-wakeful sons of fire
Keep warm Thy praise
Both nights and days,
And teach Thy loved name to their noble lyre.

Let froward dust then do its kind,
And give itself for sport to the proud wind.
Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares
In the eternity of Thy old cares?
Why shouldst Thou bow Thy awful breast to see
What mine own madnesses have done with me?

Should not the king still keep his throne
Because some desperate fool's undone?
Or will the world's illustrious eyes
Weep for every worm that dies?

Will the gallant sun
E'er the less glorious run?
Will he hang down his golden head,
Or e'er the sooner seek his western bed,
Because of some foolish fly
Grows wanton, and will die?

If I were lost in misery,
What was it to Thy heaven and Thee?
What was it to Thy precious blood
If my foul heart called for a flood?
What if my faithless soul and I
Would needs fall in
With guilt and sin;
What did the Lamb that He should die?
What did the Lamb that He should need,
When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed?

If my base lust
Bargained with death and well-beseeming dust,
Why should the white
Lamb's bosom write
The purple name
Of my sin's shame?
Why should His unstrained breast make good
My blushes with His own heart-blood?

O my Saviour, make me see
How dearly Thou has paid for me;
That, lost again, my life may prove,
As then in death, so now in love.

poem by Richard Crashaw
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Exile

I heard it in my sleep
A voice more dead than old
I thought Id known the fear
But then it touched my soul and said:
You will pray for me
Bow your head to me.
It came for me at night
And took me dream by dream
To where everything is dark
And no-one hears you scream
Took everything I loved
And turned love into pain
It said Im the prophecy
And Ill make you believe in me.
Sacrifice for me
Be humility.
It said:
Ill make everyone pay
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forget
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forgive
Ill make everyone pay.
And so it comes to this
Death or eternity?
Or would you like to pay
For all humanity?
Do you believe in faith?
Than choose. heaven or hell or me?
A shadow on the sane
The final treachery of god.
You will kneel for me
Lose your eyes for me.
Betray the world for me
Burn your soul for me.
It said:
Ill make everyone pay
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forget
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forgive
Ill make everyone pay.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Experience

See me loving you
A fool without a lover
How can that possibly be
Maybe you can show me why
I shiver when youre closer
I remember your touch without it
Let me drown in your ecstasy
Its got to be do or die
Dont tell me love is just one night
I know its not true
There should be someone there to catch you
When the rain falls
And you can turn away my heaven
And maybe I was wrong
I depended on the inner voice of
Experience , or just imagination
Whatever you believe in , you can lose
And one way or the other , we can find
Another world we can run away to
Im living for the
Experience , is only what you make it
You live forever but you never know
That somebody loves you
And when the sky is open
Fly away lovers can share
Ill be there
And you can make the earth move
You can take me with no struggle
Lead me through your mystical dreams
Show me what you are
And we can make the wind blow
Youre the power and Im in it
You can be the fire I start
I want your heart
And let there be a story when the stories are told
I need to hear you say you love me when the night falls
We may never go to heaven but one thing that is sure
You can not ignore
Ill make it more than
Experience is not imagination
You get what you believe in if you choose
And one way or the other
We can find another world we can run away to
And I love you
Experience is only what you make it
You come together when you let yourself go
And somebody loves me
I couldnt get no higher
Fly away lovers can share
And well be there
(repeat last verse and fade)

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Superstar

A little bit of something on a bad-ass day
Can help me please my my mind
Cos a big bit of nothing don't take blues away
It's just like killing time
I just wanna rock your celebrity
A little bit of jammin' live on on saturday night
That's my ecstacy
Ooh baby, I want your hot action
Ooh baby, I love who you are
Ooh baby, I want some reaction
Come on shine on, be my superstar
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby be my superstar)
Gotta go and get me some v.i.p.
To road is long and high
We're running through a red, I'm playin with fire
I won't get out alive
Trash your room and smash a big tv
Feeling kinda flashy, do you wanna play God
Let's play celebrity
Ooh baby, I want your hot action
Ooh baby, I love who you are
Ooh baby, I want some reaction
Come on shine on, be my superstar
When your light shines on
So bright it burns my eyes
I need commercial waves
My soul is gonna fly
A little bit of you, just lick me up
You really blew my mind
Cos baby, you make my shine
Ooh baby, I want your hot action
Ooh baby, I love who you are
Ooh baby, I want some reaction
Come on shine on, be my superstar
Ooh baby, I want your hot action
Ooh baby, I love who you are
Ooh baby, I want some reaction
Come on shine on, be my superstar
Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby be my superstar

song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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All Gods Children

Crazy little whirlwind child
Pretty babies drive ya wild
Look like one, act like another
Every night a different lover
Get affection where you can
Try a boy then try a man
First time love is in the past
Make it young and make it fast
All gods children will have their say
All gods children
Must have their way
Its a game where you can cheat
Lovers falling at your feet
High on sensuality
A photograph for all to see
First time love is in the past
Make it young and make it fast
They can never get enough
Strong as death and sweet as love
They walk and talk like angels
They walk and talk like angels ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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My Friend

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee
from my negligence.

The 'I' in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and
therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.

When thou sayest, 'The wind bloweth eastward,' I say, 'Aye it doth
blow eastward'; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth
not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand. I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I
would be with night alone.

When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then
thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, 'My companion, my
comrade,' and I call back to thee, 'My comrade, my companion'--for
I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight
and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too
well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.

Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake
say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart
I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter.
I would laugh alone.

My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And
yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee
understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand
in hand.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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Enough Is Enough!

Everyone says that nowadays
Parents are pressurizing their child
They are forcing them to study and work harder than they can
And driving their children wild
Just when the child is taking a break
A parent comes in and says, “Go back and study”!
They make the child study and practice all day long
And won’t even let them go play with their buddy
I think all children need to have some freedom
And sometime to play and have fun
This way children and parents can be satisfied
And live happily under the sun

I was asked to submit a poem for related subject by a magazine.

poem by Risha Ahmed
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How Does It Make You Feel

I am feeling very warm right now
Please dont disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that Ive ever dreamed of
At night I will protect you in your dreams
I will be your angel
You worry so much about not having enough time together
It makes no difference to me
I would be happy with just one minute in your arms
Lets have an extended play together
Youre telling me that we live to far to love each other
But your love can stretch further than you and I can see
So how does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
Do you know when you look at me
It is a salvation
Ive been waiting for you so long
I can drive on that road forever
I wish you could exist to live on my planet
Well its very hard for me to say these things in your presence
So how does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
So how does it make you feel?
Well,i really think you should quit smoking

song performed by by Air
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Linda To Hafed

FROM 'THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS.'

'How sweetly,' said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that moonlight flood,--
'How sweetly does the moonbeam smile
To-night upon yon leafy isle!
Oft in my fancy's wanderings,
I've wished that little isle had wings,
And we, within its fairy bowers,
Were wafted off to seas unknown,
Where not a pulse should beat but ours,
And we might live, love, die alone!
Far from the cruel and the cold,--
Where the bright eyes of angels only
Should come around us, to behold
A paradise so pure and lonely!
Would this be world enough for thee?'--
Playful she turned, that he might see
The passing smile her cheek put on;
But when she marked how mournfully
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
And, bursting into heartfelt tears,
'Yes, yes,' she cried, 'my hourly fears,
My dreams, have boded all too right,--
We part--forever part--to-night!
I knew, I knew it _could_ not last,--
'T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past!
O, ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
But 't was the first to fade away.
I never nursed a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die!
Now, too, the joy most like divine
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,--
O misery! must I lose _that_ too?'

poem by Thomas Moore
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A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa

LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord
Of life and death. To prove the word,
We'll now appeal to none of all
Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,
Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down
With strong arms their triumphant crown:
Such as could with lusty breath
Speak loud, unto the face of death,
Their great Lord's glorious name; to none
Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne
For love at large to fill. Spare blood and sweat:
We'll see Him take a private seat,
And make His mansion in the mild
And milky soul of a soft child.
Scarce has she learnt to lisp a name
Of martyr, yet she thinks it shame
Life should so long play with that breath
Which spent can buy so brave a death.
She never undertook to know
What death with love should have to do.
Nor has she e'er yet understood
Why, to show love, she should shed blood;
Yet, though she cannot tell you why,
She can love, and she can die.
Scarce has she blood enough to make
A guilty sword blush for her sake;
Yet has a heart dares hope to prove
How much less strong is death than love....

Since 'tis not to be had at home,
She'll travel for a martyrdom.
No home for her, confesses she,
But where she may a martyr be.
She'll to the Moors, and trade with them
For this unvalued diadem;
She offers them her dearest breath,
With Christ's name in 't, in charge for death:
She'll bargain with them, and will give
Them God, and teach them how to live
In Him; or, if they this deny,
For Him she'll teach them how to die.
So shall she leave amongst them sown
Her Lord's blood, or at least her own.

Farewell then, all the world, adieu!
Teresa is no more for you.
Farewell all pleasures, sports, and joys,
Never till now esteemed toys!

Farewell whatever dear may be--
Mother's arms, or father's knee!
Farewell house, and farewell home!
She 's for the Moors and Martyrdom.

Sweet, not so fast; lo! thy fair spouse,
Whom thou seek'st with so swift vows,
Calls thee back, and bids thee come
T' embrace a milder martyrdom....

O how oft shalt thou complain
Of a sweet and subtle pain!
Of intolerable joys!
Of a death, in which who dies
Loves his death, and dies again,
And would for ever so be slain;
And lives and dies, and knows not why
To live, but that he still may die!
How kindly will thy gentle heart
Kiss the sweetly-killing dart!
And close in his embraces keep
Those delicious wounds, that weep
Balsam, to heal themselves with thus,
When these thy deaths, so numerous,
Shall all at once die into one,
And melt thy soul's sweet mansion;
Like a soft lump of incense, hasted
By too hot a fire, and wasted
Into perfuming clouds, so fast
Shalt thou exhale to heaven at last
In a resolving sigh, and then,--
O what? Ask not the tongues of men.

Angels cannot tell; suffice,
Thyself shalt feel thine own full joys,
And hold them fast for ever there.
So soon as thou shalt first appear,
The moon of maiden stars, thy white
Mistress, attended by such bright
Souls as thy shining self, shall come,
And in her first ranks make thee room;
Where, 'mongst her snowy family,
Immortal welcomes wait for thee.
O what delight, when she shall stand
And teach thy lips heaven, with her hand,
On which thou now may'st to thy wishes
Heap up thy consecrated kisses!
What joy shall seize thy soul, when she,
Bending her blessed eyes on thee,
Those second smiles of heaven, shall dart
Her mild rays through thy melting heart!

Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee,
Glad at their own home now to meet thee.
All thy good works which went before,
And waited for thee at the door,
Shall own thee there; and all in one
Weave a constellation
Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse,
Shall build up thy triumphant brows.
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee,
And thy pains sit bright upon thee:
All thy sorrows here shall shine,
And thy sufferings be divine.
Tears shall take comfort, and turn gems,
And wrongs repent to diadems.
Even thy deaths shall live, and new
Dress the soul which late they slew.
Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars
As keep account of the Lamb's wars.

Those rare works, where thou shalt leave writ
Love's noble history, with wit
Taught thee by none but Him, while here
They feed our souls, shall clothe thine there.
Each heavenly word by whose hid flame
Our hard hearts shall strike fire, the same
Shall flourish on thy brows, and be
Both fire to us and flame to thee;
Whose light shall live bright in thy face
By glory, in our hearts by grace.
Thou shalt look round about, and see
Thousands of crown'd souls throng to be
Themselves thy crown, sons of thy vows,
The virgin-births with which thy spouse
Made fruitful thy fair soul; go now,
And with them all about thee bow
To Him; put on, He'll say, put on,
My rosy Love, that thy rich zone,
Sparkling with the sacred flames
Of thousand souls, whose happy names
Heaven keeps upon thy score: thy bright
Life brought them first to kiss the light
That kindled them to stars; and so
Thou with the Lamb, thy Lord, shalt go.
And, wheresoe'er He sets His white
Steps, walk with Him those ways of light,
Which who in death would live to see,
Must learn in life to die like thee.

poem by Richard Crashaw
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Power Play

Dear Friends of the day,
I have not time for power play.
Life is too short and sweet,
I can't hear every heartbeat.
I have no time for strife,
I choose to enjoy my life.

I know who I am; where I'm going,
I won't carry power play along.
Power play becomes powerless
I choose to remain harmless.
A person with true power,
Overturns power play every hour.
Then power players look bad,
Even their faces look sad.

It separates the best of friends
Power play comes to an end.
I choose to be fair,
To avoid uncalled for despair.
I leave power play alone,
With my life, I move on.

poem by Barbara Dell Hobbs
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The Bird

Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night
Blew through thy lodging, where thy own warm wing
Thy pillow was. Many a sullen storm
(For which coarse man seems much the fitter born)
Rained on thy bed
And harmless head.

And now, as fresh and cheerful as the light,
Thy little heart in early hymns doth sing
Unto that Providence, whose unseen arm
Curbed them, and clothed thee well and warm.
All things that be, praise Him, and had
Their lesson taught them when first made.

So hills and valleys into singing break;
And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue,
While active winds and streams both run and speak,
Yet stones are deep in admiration.
Thus praise and prayer here beneath the sun
Make lesser mornings, when the great are done.

For each inclosed spirit is a star
Enlight'ning his own little sphere,
Whose light, though fetched and borrowed from far,
Both mornings makes and evenings there.

But as these birds of light make a land glad,
Chirping their solemn matins on each tree,
So in the shades of night some dark fowls be,
Whose heavy notes make all that hear them sad.

The turtle then in palm trees mourns,
While owls and satyrs howl:
The pleasant land to brimstone turns,
And all her streams grow foul.

Brightness and mirth, and love and faith, all fly,
Till the day-spring breaks forth again from high.

poem by Henry Vaughan
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A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter

Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,
My own dead mother gazed upon my face,
As I stood blushing near in bridal snow,
I had not half her beauty and her grace.

Yet that fond mother praised, the world caressed,
And ONE adored me -- how shall HE who soon
Shall wear my gentle flower upon his breast,
Prize to its utmost worth the priceless boon?

Shall he not gird her, guard her, make her rich,
(Not as the world is rich, in outward show,)
With all the love and watchful kindness which
A wise and tender manhood may bestow?

Oh! I shall part from her with many tears,
My earthly treasure, pure and undefiled!
And not without a weight of anxious fears
For the new future of my darling child.

And yet -- for well I know that virgin heart --
No wifely duty will she leave undone;
Nor will her love neglect that woman's art
Which courts and keeps a love already won.

In no light girlish levity she goes
Unto the altar where they wait her now,
But with a thoughtful, prayerful heart that knows
The solemn purport of a marriage vow.

And she will keep, with all her soul's deep truth,
The lightest pledge which binds her love and life;
And she will be -- no less in age than youth
My noble child will be -- a noble wife.

And he, her lover! husband! what of him?
Yes, he will shield, I think, my bud from blight!
Yet griefs will come -- enough! my eyes are dim
With tears I must not shed -- at least, to-night.

Bless thee, my daughter! -- Oh! she is so fair! --
Heaven bend above thee with its starriest skies!
And make thee truly all thou dost appear
Unto a lover's and thy mother's eyes!

poem by Henry Timrod
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To My Daughter Mary Ann, Asleep

Sweetly asleep is Mary Ann,
In calmest infantile repose
Her lovely face no longer wan,
Seems lovelier still when in a doze.

Sleep on, my babe, I'll not disturb,
Thy silent rest I love to view;
For now thou needest not the curb
I use in trying to subdue

Thy peevish temper, which, I ween
Needs constant care from me, thy site,
While through thy childish ways are seen
Thy passions strong in wildest fire.

Sleep on, my child, some future day
May see thee walking in God's ways.
For this great blessing will I pray
Still guided by the Truth's clear rays.

Sleep on, my little girl, till morn,
And when awake pursue thy play;
Yet, when grown up, may'st thou adorn
The sphere in which thou mov'st by day.

Sleep on, my daughter, sleep in peace.
Thou has been toiling through the day.
Thy little tongue doth seldom cease
From talking much in thy own way.

Sleep on, sweet prattler, and may bright
Angelic Spirits guard thee round,
Till Sol with his resplendent light
Doth break thy slumbers quite profound.

Yes, sleep, my child, through every night,
As fast revolving years proceed.
By day enjoy the heavenly light,
Of which we in the Bible read.

But oh, sleep not when duties bid
My girl awake to run the race
Which Christians run, when thorns amid
May make her see her need of Grace.

And oh, sleep not in ways of sin,
For dangers lurk with serpent wiles;
And false security within,
Each unsuspecting mind beguiles.

And when the solemn time arrives
For thee to sleep in death at peace,
And thy pure spirit strongly strives
To gain her longed-for wished release,

O, may she mount to yon abode
Where God's blest Saints and Angels dwell;
And there rejoice in him who trode
The path to death to save from hell.

poem by Thomas Cowherd
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