Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

(20 April 1826 - 12 October 1887 / Stoke-on-Trent / England)

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

41. Twilight In The North 4/13/2010
42. Will Sail Tomorrow 4/13/2010
43. Grace Of Clydeside 4/13/2010
44. Coeur De Lion 4/13/2010
45. An Evening Guest 4/13/2010
46. Angel Faces 4/13/2010
47. The Dead Czar 4/13/2010
48. Lettice 4/13/2010
49. Cousin Robert 4/13/2010
50. Beatrice To Dante 4/13/2010
51. Fallen In The Night! 4/13/2010
52. Labor Is Prayer 4/13/2010
53. Over The Hills And Far Away 4/13/2010
54. Mine 4/13/2010
55. To My Godchild Alice 4/13/2010
56. The Mill 4/13/2010
57. Lost In The Mist 4/13/2010
58. Mortality 1/1/2004
59. Philip, My King 4/13/2010
60. Faithful In Vanity-Fair 4/13/2010
61. Eudoxia. Second Picture 4/13/2010
62. At The Seaside 4/13/2010
63. Living: After A Death 4/13/2010
64. The Path Through The Snow 4/13/2010
65. The Canary In His Cage 4/13/2010
66. Now And Afterwards 4/13/2010
67. Day By Day 4/13/2010
68. Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia 4/13/2010
69. My Love Annie 4/13/2010
70. Mary’s Wedding 4/13/2010
71. Looking East 4/13/2010
72. Leonora 4/13/2010
73. Outward Bound 4/13/2010
74. David’s Child 4/13/2010
75. Fishermen—not Of Galilee 4/13/2010
76. An Old Idea 4/13/2010
77. The House Of Clay 1/1/2004
78. In The Junetwilight 4/13/2010
79. Summer Gone 4/13/2010
80. The Good Of It 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A Marriage-Table

THERE was a marriage-table where One sate,
Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid:
Thenceforward does it seem that He has made
All virtuous marriage-tables consecrate:
And so, at this, where without pomp or state
We sit, and only say, or mute, are fain
To wish the simple words 'God bless these twain!'
I think that He who 'in the midst' doth wait
Oft-times, would not abjure our prayerful cheer,
But, as at Cana, list with gracious ear
To us, beseeching, that the Love divine
May ever at their household table sit,
Make all His servants who ...

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A Lancashire Doxology

"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."
Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
The Lord who takes, -- the Lord who gives, --
O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
He opens and He shuts his hand,
But why, we cannot understand:
Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,
And yet is still All-perfect Good.
We fathom not the mighty plan,

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