Junkin Family Album - First Poem- Untitled Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Junkin Family Album - First Poem- Untitled
Love, Life and God, what little words they are,
Yet vastly great, the objects they define,
The last, though least, the greatest is by far,
We live, we love, as now our days decline
Since God is love, God is life.
When I look up to scan the works of God,
I know that he is love, that he is life,
Else I should be the subject of his nod,
And banished where there is eternal strife,
Apart from love, apart from life.
Surely supremely great that Being is,
Whose tender care immensity doth fill,
How great the subject, how great the bliss,
To adore him, prime and in glory still
In the midst of love & endless life
I wish you now, my dearest cousin E.
To think of these my lovely, lovely thine,
And pray and pray again, wher, er you be
That God may give himself to you and me
Will then have love & then have life
J.B.
I would fear being banished 'where there is eternal strife'. I want better than that.
By though least, do you mean in # OF LETTERS USED TO SPELL 'God'? OK, did J.B. mean..... To think of these my lovely, lovely thine, And pray and pray again, wher, er you be........ were you using a tablet to type, as I am now? ......................to what/who does thine refers? And wher, er .....? [Thanks for Poet's Notes. J.B. Jeb Bush? ] I should have read it 1st. Or Jeb Beuning? bri :)
This is a wonderful poem from the 1800's. You were indeed fortunate to come across this little book in the manner that you did. It is a treasure, a one-of-a-kind find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/24/2024 10:13:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Most beautiful Antique poem.5 Stars for the poet JB and also for the poet Hank! Thank you so much for sharing this antique poem, Hank!