Albert Smythe Poems
- The Way Of The Master I know that the Master walked on ...
- The Trysting Path Dear little darkened way where we have ...
- Anastasis What shall it profit a man To gain the world–if he...
- By Wave And War Once again the ocean fulness, Once again the...
- November Sunshine ONE figure flitting through my dreamland ...
Albert Ernest Stafford Smythe was a Canadian poet and journalist.
Smythe was born in Gracehill, County Antrin, Ireland, the son of Leonora Cary and Stafford Smythe. He worked as a journalist in Belfast, in Chicago, and in Toronto for the Globe, the World, and The Lamp.
In 1890 he married Mary Adelaide Constantine, whom he had met on a translatlantic voyage; the couple had one son. His wife died in 1906, and he remarried in 1912.
He published two volumes of poetry. He introduced theosophy into Canada, and was the first president of the Theosophical Society of Toronto. He died in Hamilton, Ontario. more »
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The Way Of The Master
I know that the Master walked on earth,
For I've heard the tale of His human birth,
And all that He did would I have done
Had he been mortal and I God's Son.
I know that His heart was crushed and wrung,
For I've cherished that which has turned and stung;
And He could not help but love us all
Though some are held in an evil thrall.
And I know that His law was Brotherhood,
And His life was gentle and kind and good,
And all that the sad earth needs this hour
To bring men peace, is to use that power.
I have overtaken many a band
Of pilgrims ...