Summary

Poems we all love (1911)

That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy.
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. —Shakespeare.
HASTE NOT, REST NOT
Without haste! Without rest!
Bind the motto to thy breast;
Bear it with thee as a spell;
Storm or sunshine, guard it well!
Heed not the flowers that round thee bloom,
Bear it onward to the tomb.
Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed
Mar for aye the spirit's speed!
Ponder well and know the right,
Onward, then, with all thy might!
Haste not! Years can ne'er atone
For one reckless action done.
Source: Gutenberg

Poems we all love (1911)

THE ROSARY OF MY YEARS
Some reckon their age by years,
Some measure their life by art,
But some of their days by the flow of their tears,
And their life by the moans of their heart.
The dials of earth may show
The length, not the depth of years—
Few or many may come, few or many may go;
But our time is best measured by tears.
Source: Gutenberg

Poems we all love (1911)

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But, O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O, Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills.
For you the bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—-for you the
shores a-crowding.
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
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