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Today’s Poem: Beauty by George Sterling

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Beauty

George Sterling

The fairest things seem ever loneliest:
    The whitest lily ever blooms alone,
    And purest winds from widest seas are flown.
High on her utmost tower of the West
Sits Beauty, baffling an eternal quest;
    From out her gates and oriels unknown
    The murmurs of her citadels are blown
To blue horizons of the world’s unrest.

We know that we shall seek her till we die,
    And find her not at all, the fair and far:
Her pure domain is wider than the sky,
    And never night revealed her whitest star;
        Beyond the sea and sun her feet have trod;
        Her vision is our memory of God.

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Today’s Poem: Consolation by Frank Barbour Coffin

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Consolation

Frank Barbour Coffin

Friends can’t you tell me something?
I am weary and worn tonight.
The day has gone like a shadow
And only the evening is light.

Tell me about the Master,
Of the burdensome hills he trod,
When the tears and blood from his anguish
Dropped down on Judea’s sod.

Tell me about the Master,
Of the wrongs he freely forgave,
Of His love and His tender compassion,
Of His love that is mighty to save.

For my heart is restless and weary
Of the woes and temptations of life,
Of all the treacherous conflicts
Of falsehood, and malice, and strife.

So tell me the sweet old story
That falls on each wound like a balm,
And my heart now bruised and broken,
Shall grow patient, strong, and calm.

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Today’s Poem: Here’s Hopin’ by Francis Lebby Stanton

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Here’s Hopin’

Francis Lebby Stanton

Year ain’t been the very best;—
 Purty hard by trouble pressed;
 But the rough way leads to rest,—
   Here’s hopin’!

 Maybe craps way short; the rills
 Couldn’t turn the silent mills;
 But the light’s behind the hills,—
   Here’s hopin’!

 Where we planted roses sweet
 Thorns come up an’ pricked the feet;
 But this old world’s hard to beat,—
   Here’s hopin’!

 P’r’aps the buildin’ that we planned
 ‘Gainst the cyclone couldn’t stand;
 But, thank God we’ve got the land,—
   Here’s hopin’!

 Maybe flowers we hoped to save
 Have been scattered on a grave;
 But the heart’s still beatin’ brave,—
   Here’s hopin’!

 That we’ll see the mornin’ light—
 That the very darkest night
 Can’t hide heaven from our sight,—
   Here’s hopin’!

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Today’s Poem: Keep A-Goin’!

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Keep A-Goin’!

Frank Lebby Stanton

Ef you strike a thorn or rose,
    Keep a-goin’!
  Ef it hails, or ef it snows,
    Keep a-goin!
  ‘Taint no use to sit an’ whine,
  When the fish ain’t on yer line;
  Bait yer hook an’ keep a-tryin’—
    Keep a-goin’!

  When the weather kills yer crop,
    Keep a-goin’!
  When you tumble from the top,
    Keep a-goin’!
  S’pose you’re out of every dime,
  Bein’ so ain’t any crime;
  Tell the world you’re feelin’ prime—
    Keep a-goin’!

  When it looks like all is up,
    Keep a-goin’!
  Drain the sweetness from the cup,
    Keep a-goin’!
  See the wild birds on the wing,
  Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
  When you feel like sighin’ sing—
    Keep a-goin’!

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Today’s Poem: A Song of Hope by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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A Song of Hope

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Droop not, my Brother! I hear a glad strain—
We shall burst forth like streams from the winter-night’s chain;
A flag is unfurl’d, a bright star of the sea,
A ransom approaches, we yet shall be free!

Where the pines wave, where the light chamois leaps,
Where the lone eagle hath built on the steeps,
Where the snows glisten, the mountain rills foam,
Free as the falcon’s wing, yet shall we roam.

Where the hearth shines, where the kind looks are met,
Where the smiles mingle, our place shall be yet!
Crossing the desert, o’ersweeping the sea,
Brother, brave Brother! we yet shall be free!

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Today’s Poem: I Am Not Alone by Gabriela Mistral

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I Am Not Alone

Gabriela Mistral

The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!

The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !

The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!

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Today’s Poem: When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats

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When You are Old

William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Today’s Poem: Ode to Joy by Friedrich von Schiller

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Ode to Joy

Friedrich von Schiller

O friends, not these clays!
But let’s tune into more pleasant ones
And happier!

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
heavenly thy sanctuary!
your spells bind again,
What fashion Strictly divided;
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing rests

Whoever made the big hit
to be a friend’s friend
Whoever has won a devoted wife,
Mix in his cheers!
Yes, who even has a soul
His names on the earth round!
And whoever hasn’t been able to steal
Weeping out of this covenant

All beings drink joy
At nature’s brushes;
All good, all bad
Follow their trail of roses
She gave us kisses and vines,
A friend tried in death;
Pleasure was given to the worm,
And the cherub stands before God!

Happy how his suns fly
Through Heaven’s magnificent plan,
Run, brother, your course,
Happy like a hero to victory

Be embraced, millions
This kiss for the whole world!
Brothers! Over the starry tent
Must live a dear father
You fall down, millions?
Do you sense the Creator, world?
Look for him over the starry sky!
He must dwell above the stars

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Today’s Poem: Love After Love by Derek Walcott

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Love After Love

Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Today’s Poem: On His Blindness by John Milton

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On His Blindness

John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

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