Frederick William Faber Poems

I worship thee, sweet will of God!
And all thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I seem
To love thee more and more.
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There is a bay, all still and lone,
And in the shade one broad grey stone
Where at the evening hour
The sun upon the water weaves
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Jesus, gentlest Savior,
God of might and power,
thou thyself art dwelling
in us at this hour.
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Deep in the holy Church are left
Some lonely places still,
Where quiet hearts and gentle saints
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I have been long without a home,
And yearned too much for one;
And scanty are the deeds of faith
My lonely heart hath done:
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She is bright and young, and her glory comes
Of an ancient ancestry,
And I love for her beauty's sake to gaze
On the light of her full dark eye.
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In stillest prayers and hours of holy thought
Thy spirit, dearest of the Martyr band!
Long time hath been with gravest influence fraught:
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Heavy and sad the Church must go:
Full weary are her latter days,
And she must hush ...
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The sun looked down on fair Liege,
And it was market-day:
The bosom of the rushing Meuse
Was gleaming bright and gay.
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Young Reader!—for most surely to the old
These loose, uneven thinkings can but seem
Unlifelike and unreal as a dream,
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