HERBERT EDWARD PALMER
And He sailed in a wooden vessel On the waters of Galilee, And He work'd at a wooden trestle At His wonderful carpentry.
Oh, all that is moulded of iron Has lent to destruction and blood; But the things that are honour'd of Zion Are most of them made from wood.
��LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE Hymn to Love
WE are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thec, As thou, Love, were the deep thought And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken:
But burn'd not through us thy imagining
Like fierce mood in a song caught, We were as clamour'd words a fool may fling, Loose words, of meaning broken.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,
The lives travelling dark fears, And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
Hazardous are the stars, yet is our birth
And our journeying time theirs; As words of air, life makes of starry earth
Sweet soul-delighted faces,
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