John Henry Newman

[Cardinal Newman, Blessed John Henry Newman] (21 February 1801 – 11 August 1890 / London, England)

John Henry Newman Poems

1. Warnings 5/11/2015
2. Hymn To Matins—sunday 5/24/2012
3. Hymn To Lauds Sunday 5/24/2012
4. Christmas Without Christ 5/24/2012
5. Behind The Veil 5/24/2012
6. A Meditation 5/24/2012
7. Dreams 5/24/2012
8. Sensitiveness 5/24/2012
9. A Thanksgiving 5/24/2012
10. The Gift Of Perseverance 5/24/2012
11. Introduction To An Album 4/21/2010
12. Paraphrase Of Isaiah, Chap. 64 4/21/2010
13. A Picture 4/21/2010
14. Nature And Art For An Album 4/21/2010
15. Flowers Without Fruit 4/21/2010
16. A Voice From Afar 4/21/2010
17. Opusculum 4/21/2010
18. Snapdragon A Riddle For A Flower Book 4/21/2010
19. Solitude 4/21/2010
20. To F. W. N. A Birthday Offering 4/21/2010
21. England 1/1/2004
22. My Lady Nature And Her Daughters 4/21/2010
23. My Birthday 4/21/2010
24. Consolations In Bereavement 4/21/2010
25. The Sign Of The Cross 4/21/2010
26. The Trance Of Time 4/21/2010
27. Reverses 1/1/2004
28. The Elements 1/1/2004
29. The Pillar Of The Cloud 1/1/2004
30. Lead, Kindly Light 4/21/2010

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Lead, Kindly Light

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,--
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,--one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on:
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish days, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

So long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on;
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night ...

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Type of the West, and glorying in the name
More than in Faith's pure fame!
Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned
Earned upon hostile ground;
Wielding Trade's master-keys, at thy proud will
To lock or loose its waters, England! trust not still.

Dread thine own power! Since haughty Babel's prime,
High towers have been man's crime.

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