Ellen J. Barrier
O Give Thanks unto the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth forever.
Oh that men would praise the Lord, for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
And let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and declare his works
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof; They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit’s end. Then they cry unto the Lord, in their trouble, and he bringeth them out
of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
Let them exalt him in the congregation of the people, and praise him in the assembly of the elders.
He turneth rivers into a wilderness, and the watersprings into dry ground:
A fruitful land into barrenness for the wickedness of them that dwell therein.
He turneth the wilderness into a standing water, and dry ground into water springs. And there he maketh the hungry to dwell, that they may prepare a city for habitation; And sow the fields, and plant vineyards, which may yield fruits of increase.
He blesseth them also, so that they are multiplied greatly; and suffereth not their cattle to decrease. Again, they are minished and brought low through oppression, affliction, and sorrow.
He poureth contempt upon princes, and causeth them to wander in the wilderness, where there is no way. Yet setteth he the poor on high from affliction, and maketh him families like a flock.
The righteous shall see it, and rejoice: and all iniquity shall stop her mouth.
Whoso is wise, and will observe these things, even thay shall understand the lovingkindness of the Lord.
Paslms 107: verse 1; 21-43
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William Carlos William, was born on September 17, 1883, in Rutherford, New Jersey. He was a local town physician and, “One of the most important American poets, of the twentieth century.”
by William Carlos Williams
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swelling waters of the river as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
Into the water and onto the ground
LE MEDICIN MALGRE LUI
by William Carlos Williams
Oh I suppose I should
wash the walls of my office
polish the rust from
my instruments and keep them
definitely in order
build shelves in the laboratory
empty out the old stains
clean the bottles
and refill them, buy
another lens, put
my journals on edge instead of
letting them lie flat
in heaps - then begin
ten years back and
read them to date:
articles for ready reference.
I suppose I should
read the new books.
if to this I added
a bill at the tailor’s
and at the cleaner’s
grew a decent beard
and cultivated a look
of importance -
Who can tell? I might be
a credit to my Lady Happiness
and never think anything
but a white thought!
Lyrics capture the innermost feelings of the writer, in poems and in music.Words of the artist, tells us the mood, of the individual; if they are happy, sad, angry, romantic, or about their attitude. When you read these lyrics, they will tell you the mood, of these writers.
The Power of Love
Set me as a seal upon thine heart
As a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death;
Jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire
which hath a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it:
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would
utterly be condemned.
I Need Time
Not now, not now, not now, I say.
I’ll serve you Lord, just not today.
You see, I do not need you now. My life’s complete.
So tell me how, I’m to serve you and still have time to hang loose
with these dawgs of mine?
But in a little while I’ll come. Just not now, Lord.
I’m with my chums. See they don’t know a thing about you.
So give me time - just one more day. And I’ll try to come your way.
But understand, I may change my mind.
Cuz these friends of mine, are trying to find a way to make their lives right.
And I, Well I just can’t talk about the light.
They’ll think I’m weird. They will think I’m strange, if I tell them about
your name. They’ll laff at me. I’ll be a joke, if I tell them about the yoke
that you bore just for me. I can’t yet Lord. I need to be free. I’ll fit my
future in your plan. Just wait for me Lord - you understand.
__L. Dianne Malone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Of a demon in my view.
__ Edgar Allan Poe
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