Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Sunday, July 28, 2013
The Robin and the Sparrow
"Said the robin to the sparrow,
'I should really like to know,
Why these anxious human beings Rush about and worry so.'
"Said the sparrow to the robin,
'Friend I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me.'”
~~Unknown Author
I memorized this verse when a young girl from seeing it hanging upon the wall of a friend’s kitchen. At that time I did not memorize the author nor the title, which I have since discovered to be "Overheard In An Orchard" by Elizabeth Cheney.
Editor's Note: I first published this post in 2006, and since that time I have received the following comments (copied from the now defunct blog).
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Dancing Goblin Feet
Goblin Feet
A Poem to Memorize - A Poem to Remember
by J.R.R. Tolkien
A Poem to Memorize - A Poem to Remember
by J.R.R. Tolkien
I AM off down the road
Where the fairy lanterns glowed
And the little pretty flittermice are flying:
A slender band of gray
It runs creepily away
And the hedges and the grasses are a-sighing.
The air is full of wings,
And of blundering beetle-things
That warn you with their whirring and their humming.
O! I hear the tiny horns
Of enchanted leprechauns
And the padded feet of many gnomes a-coming!
Where the fairy lanterns glowed
And the little pretty flittermice are flying:
A slender band of gray
It runs creepily away
And the hedges and the grasses are a-sighing.
The air is full of wings,
And of blundering beetle-things
That warn you with their whirring and their humming.
O! I hear the tiny horns
Of enchanted leprechauns
And the padded feet of many gnomes a-coming!
O! the lights: O! the gleams: O! the little tinkly sounds:
O! the rustle of their noisless little robes:
O! the echo of their feet -- of their little happy feet:
O! their swinging lamps in little starlit globes.
O! the rustle of their noisless little robes:
O! the echo of their feet -- of their little happy feet:
O! their swinging lamps in little starlit globes.
I must follow in their train
Down the crooked fairy lane
Where the coney-rabbits long ago have gone,
And where silverly they sing
In a moving moonlit ring
All a-twinkle with the jewels they have on.
They are fading round the turn
Where the glow-worms palely burn
And the echo of their padding feet is dying!
O! it's knocking at my heart --
Let me go! O! let me start!
For the little magic hours are all a-flying.
Down the crooked fairy lane
Where the coney-rabbits long ago have gone,
And where silverly they sing
In a moving moonlit ring
All a-twinkle with the jewels they have on.
They are fading round the turn
Where the glow-worms palely burn
And the echo of their padding feet is dying!
O! it's knocking at my heart --
Let me go! O! let me start!
For the little magic hours are all a-flying.
O! the warmth! O! the hum! O! the colours in the dark!
O! the gauzy wings of golden honey-flies!
O! the music of their feet -- of their dancing goblin feet!
O! the magic! O! the sorrow when it dies.
(from Oxford Poetry, 1915)
What Does It All Mean?
O! the gauzy wings of golden honey-flies!
O! the music of their feet -- of their dancing goblin feet!
O! the magic! O! the sorrow when it dies.
(from Oxford Poetry, 1915)
What Does It All Mean?
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(i know this is post was posted 2 years ago, but I just thought I’d comment anyways).
I learned them from a friend who sang this as a song, but have since forgotten some of them, but remebered the tune. Thanks again, you made my day!
or minds comprehend,
God’s bountiful gifts
are ours without end—
We ask for a cupful
when the vast sea is ours
We pick a small rosebud
from a garden of flowers,
We reach for a sunbeam
but the sun still abides,
We draw one short breath
but there’s air on all sides —
Whatever we ask for
falls short of God’s giving
For His greatness exceeds
every facet of living,
And always God’s ready
and eager and willing
To pour out His mercy
completely fulfilling
Just give Him a chance
to open His treasures
And He’ll fill your life
with unfathomable pleasures,
Pleasures that never
grow worn out and faded
And leave us depleted
disillusioned and jaded—
For God has a “storehouse”
just filled to the brim
With all that man needs
if we’ll only ask Him!
A true blessing to us.
Thanks to all those who have fond memories and left positive comments.
and other guests took flight,
Fear & anxiety,grief and gloom,
sped out into the night.
I wondered that such peace can be,
but faith said gently,”dont you see,
they really cannot live with me?”
-Elizabeth Cheney
it has a great tit in the left top corner with As thy days,so shall thy strength be.Deut 33:25
also at top Lord,increase our faith.Luke 17:5
any help would be appreciated,also enjoy this little poem.