Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul Part 154

Here, here on earth I find it all-- The young archangels, white and tall, The Golden City and the doors, And all the s.h.i.+ning of the floors!

I sent my soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell; And by and by my soul returned to me, And answered, "I myself am Heaven and h.e.l.l."

--Omar Khayyam.

Count that day really worse than lost You might have made divine, Through which you scattered lots of frost And ne'er a speck of s.h.i.+ne.

--Nixon Waterman.

O, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, And I smiled to think G.o.d's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, Round our restlessness, His rest.

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

If by one word I help another, A struggling and despairing brother, Or ease one bed of pain; If I but aid some sad one weeping, Or comfort one, lone vigil keeping, I have not lived in vain.