Comforter of the Afflicted

Comforter of the Afflicted

Comforter of the Afflicted The Penitent Thief Speaks to Christ on the Cross. My Lord and King, know that I do not know How choked with gore I now confess Thy reign, Or sense, through all those streams of blood that flow Across Thy face, Thy majesty so plain.   Or...
The Once-Lost Land

The Once-Lost Land

The Once-Lost Land The arm that threw the disc of day Across the sky we know must dim, The hand that strewed the Milky Way Where angels swim, From far beyond the farthest star, Composed the darkness that we are. His light it is that we call ours: The morning glories’...
Of Nature or of Art

Of Nature or of Art

Of Nature or of Art Be they of nature, or of art, All things recall thee to my heart, Or be they real or of the mind, Each thing according to its kind: The desert aster’s vivid hue, That boldly paints our arid land, It’s fragile strength that breaks through sand, All...
The Last Poet of Ayr

The Last Poet of Ayr

The Last Poet of Ayr Waters of Irvine and Annock, flow with my tears, West to the Firth of Clyde and Arran: Soon, soon, Ayr will be mute and barren. Flow, waters, flow, like the passing of long, lost years.   Gilliland! Singer of moors and the pensive glen, The...
Letter to Parliament

Letter to Parliament

Letter to Parliament Magnum Concilium, as long ago You had been styled, when William made great show At London, Gloucestershire, and Winchester, Of your assemblies! Noble ancestor Of what is now a squalid den of thieves That, without shame, the people’s will...