The Reaper and The Flowers by Henry W. Longfellow There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grai...

 Divinity by  Samuel V. Cole All things are mine; to all things I belong: I mingle in them--heeding bounds nor bars-- Float in the c...

 Life and Death  by Edward Young   Life  makes  the  soul  dependent  on  the  dust, Death  gives  her  wings  to  mount  above  the  sphere...

       Come  with  me  to  the  Yosemite   Valley;  yonder  stands  El  Capitan - the   atmosphere  so  clear,  it  seems   as   though  you...

For you are great and do marvelous deeds; you alone are God. Psalm 86: 10 The Cross by John Donne Since Christ embraced the Cross i...

Wait And See by Marianne Farningham Be not swift to be afraid; Many a ghostly thing is laid In the light from out the shade. Wait and see....

  It is better to keep one's face forward, even tho we can not see all that is before us. Tho we grope blindly, if we still steadily cl...

  Richard Watson Gilder, who died in 1909, and whose dream is now reality, wrote this beautiful prayer: O Thou the Lord and Maker of life ...

  An unidentified author writes thus of discontent: When the world was formed and the morn- ing stars Upon their paths were sent, ...

"Turn my eyes away from  worthless things; preserve my life according to your word." Psalm 119:37 What Am I? by Dr. Arbuthnot What...

 Things That Never Die The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dream...

 With golden letters set in brave array Throughout the Church's record of the  year, The great names of historic saints appear, Those ri...

  will thereby be weeded out: Negative and Positive Culture   Two fields lay side by side. Only a hedge Which ran athwart the plain di...

  Mary Elliot interprets the moral cheer of recurring dawn in these musical lines: Dawn of the red, red sun in a bleak, aban- doned sk...

Ella Higginson, under the title "When the Birds Go North Again," sings a pretty little song of hope, illustrating the goodness o...

  The Dead Live Beyond His is not dead, but only lieth sleeping In the sweet refuge of his Master's breast, And far away from sorrow, to...

  Hope Beyond The Grave This night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you, For morn is approa...

  The Belfry Pigeon by Nathaniel Parker Willis On the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well In summer and...

"My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long." Psalms 71:8 Thoughts In Sickness by Lord John Manners...

Grandson and grandmother read together.          Think it, at least, highly probable, that where our Lord says, 'Suffer little children ...