Theodosia Garrison Poems
|43.||The Soul Of Jeanne D'Arc||4/21/2010|
|45.||Mothers Of Men||4/21/2010|
|47.||Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows||4/21/2010|
|49.||A Love Song||1/4/2003|
|51.||The April Boughs||4/21/2010|
|53.||The Wedding Gown||4/21/2010|
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The kindliest thing God ever made,
His hand of very healing laid
Upon a fevered world, is shade.
His glorious company of trees
Throw out their mantles, and on these
The dust-stained wanderer finds ease.
Green temples, closed against the beat
Of noontime's blinding glare and heat,
Open to any pilgrim's feet.
The white road blisters in the sun;
Now, half the weary journey done,
Enter and rest, Oh weary one!
And feel the dew of dawn still wet
Beneath thy feet, and so forget
The burning highway's ache and fret.
This is God's ...
A Love Song
My love it should be silent, being deep --
And being very peaceful should be still --
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep --
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.
Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.