Posted in O-R, Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, beauty, bosom, dreamer, equity, fame, fool, freedom, home, John Boyle O'Reilly, Kindness is the word, law court, love, maiden, order, page, pleasure, poems, poetry, sage, seer, soldier, The answer is not here, truth, What Is Good, wise man on November 1, 2018| Leave a Comment »
“What is the real good?”
I ask in musing mood.
“Order,” said the law court;
“Knowledge,” said the school;
“Truth,” said the wise man;
“Pleasure,” said the fool;
“Love,” said the maiden;
“Beauty,” said the page;
“Freedom,” said the dreamer;
“Home,” said the sage;
“Fame,” said the soldier;
“Equity,” said the seer.
Spake my heart fully sad:
“The answer is not here.”
Then within my bosom
Softly this I heard:
“Each heart holds the secret:
‘Kindness’ is the word.”
Posted in E-H, Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, beauty, blessings, George Herbert, honour, jewel, pleasure, poem, poetry, religion, repining restlessness, seek God, The Pulley, toss him to my breast, treasure, When God at first made man, wisdom on July 31, 2018| Leave a Comment »
…….When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
“Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can.
Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
…….Contract into a span.”
…….So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure,
…….Rest in the bottom lay.
…….“For if I should,” said he,
“Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
…….So both should losers be.
…….“Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
…….May toss him to my breast.”
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard, hill, limerick, pleasure, poem, poetry on May 2, 2011| 4 Comments »
Please pardon the bard on the hill
And follow the swallow for thrill.
…Come soar with its flight
…By day or by night
Sing with your heart if you will.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill