Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems
|121.||A Hymn For Christmas Morning||4/13/2010|
|122.||A Dead Baby||4/13/2010|
|124.||A Christmas Carol||4/13/2010|
|125.||A Spirit Present||4/13/2010|
|127.||A Rejected Lover||4/13/2010|
|128.||A Living Picture||4/13/2010|
|129.||A Child’s Smile||4/13/2010|
|130.||A Ghost At The Dancing||4/13/2010|
|131.||A Dream Of Death||4/13/2010|
|132.||A True Hero||4/13/2010|
|134.||Green Things Growing||4/13/2010|
|135.||A German Student’s Funeral Hymn||4/13/2010|
|136.||A Lancashire Doxology||1/1/2004|
|137.||A Psalm For New Year’s Eve||4/13/2010|
|138.||Only A Woman||1/1/2004|
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A Psalm For New Year’s Eve
A FRIEND stands at the door;
In either tight-closed hand
Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score:
Waiting to strew them daily o'er the land
Even as seed the sower.
Each drops he, treads it in and passes by:
It cannot be made fruitful till it die.
O good New Year, we clasp
This warm shut hand of thine,
Loosing forever, with half sigh, half gasp,
That which from ours falls like dead fingers' twine:
Ay, whether fierce its grasp
Has been, or gentle, having been, we know
That it was blessed: let the Old Year go.
O New Year, ...
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,