There is a Rose in front of my country cottage
In that early lovely solemn dewy dawn,
The Birds and The Beach
I Claim no special inspiration, yet there is something bubbling, inspiring in me
Therefore took patience and endurance to sit down on that stirring shoreline
A Stream to Cross
But the Bridge to cross that unreposing stream is the cross
There is fierce brook of trouble for me to boldly cross
I am confused quivering and standing at its fearsome way
The Solitary Man.
Away from voice, and noise, absence of haste and confusion,
Far away from the madding crowd, hasty drive, and pride,
Calmness, tranquillity, and quietness, conserves the solitude.
All you say, by grace I will surely follow
Hark! All you give by cheer I will swallow
A True Friend
Oh! In this selfish world, to tightly hold,
Can we find a friend, faithful and bold
To be a comrade in your daily conflict
If winter arrives can spring be far behind.
What is the reason and meaning of Struggling?
Is there an end to man's striving and struggle?
In Your Winch
Oh I feel the pinch yes indeed the pinch
Within, my heart to soul inch by inch,
Take time to be holy
Take time and dare to be Holy