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My Old Sweetheart My Old Sweetheart

My Old Sweetheart
My old sweetheart is away to-day; I feel as I did of old,In my courting days, when far away I yearned for her more than gold.I thought of her handsome, smiling face, Her noble and cultured brow,Of her gentle ways, and charming grace; I missed her less then than now.Through the long years of our wedded life, Now nearly a full two score,She has proved herself a loving wife, And a sweetheart evermore.Our love has grown with the flight of time, As the mountain stream may grow;Or as a tree in a genial clime... Poems - Post by : origwmn - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1746

A True Man A True Man

A True Man
With purpose strong to do or die, The race of life he ran,With love supreme to God on high, And equal love to man.Some flaws the earthen vessel marred, Which all could clearly see;Within was found the precious nard; From guile his heart was free.In motive e'er is found the sin; Let that to God be true,And he the Judge's smile will win, And man's approval too.(The end)Joseph Horatio Chant's poem: True Man... Poems - Post by : oschko - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2651

True Love True Love

True Love
He loves not much who loves not honor more; If men lack this then love must lack as well; If this possessed no tongue love's depths can tell;The heart an ocean filled from shore to shore.Seeing in him the possibility Of likeness to the great and Blessed One; It may be even now in him begun.I love him much for what I hope to be,And show my love by yielding him his due; For sentimental love is ever vain, It cannot peace, much less heaven's favor gain;But those who love in deed are blessed and... Poems - Post by : heavyduty - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 3368

'i Was There' "i Was There"

'i Was There'
When the French soldier from the field returned, Begrimed with smoke and blood, he felt content,As from Napoleon he this fact had learned, That thro' his marshall, medals would be sent,The name of battlefield each one would bear,And, also, in large letters, "_I was there._"In others' triumphs we may well rejoice, If in their triumphs good to us redounds;But in the glory we can have no choice, And our rejoicings are but empty sounds.If you would in the victor's glory share,Be then prepared to add this, "_I was there!_"The victor's joy belongs to him alone; He... Poems - Post by : ceejay - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1932

'paint Me As I Am, Warts And All' "paint Me As I Am, Warts And All"

'paint Me As I Am, Warts And All'
"paint Me As I Am, Warts and All"--CromwellBrave soul, 'twere well if all the same would say,And artists aim their patron's wish t'obey.What signifies a wart, or e'en a scar?Leave both, skilled hand, and paint us as we are.The crowfeet paint, the wrinkles on the brow,The hollow cheek, the form inclined to bow,The tear-dim'd eye, the hair well streaked with gray,The hardened hand, begrim'd with soot and clay,And if you use the seer's revealing glass,Remember this, "_All flesh is as the grass._"(The end)Joseph Horatio Chant's poem: "paint Me As I Am, Warts And All"... Poems - Post by : The_Ezine_Team - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1285

My Rest My Rest

My Rest
I would not cherish a wish or thought Displeasing, Lord, to Thee;Thy will is good, and with wisdom fraught, And that suffices me.I cannot alter a plan of Thine, And would not if I could;I acquiesce in the will divine, And find my highest good.At times my vessel drifts near the shore, And the beacon lights expire,The surf-capped waves swell more and more, And threaten with ruin dire;But only the surface sea is rough; The ocean's depths are calm,And a star affords me light enough, The Star of Bethlehem.And by its light I... Poems - Post by : chris24wms - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2998

The End We Sought The End We Sought

The End We Sought
The end we sought is not attained, But wisdom has been won,And thus a higher goal is gained._That_ like the moon has sadly waned, While _this_ shines as the sun.A shorter route to India's strand Columbus failed to find.That was an object truly grand,But in the wealth of this fair land Grandeur and good combine.(The end)Joseph Horatio Chant's poem: End We Sought... Poems - Post by : BizBuilder - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1997

A Glimpse Of Heaven A Glimpse Of Heaven

A Glimpse Of Heaven
As the caged eagle neared the mountain range, O'er which he oft had soared on pinions strong,He clapped his wings, moved by some impulse strange, And then fell dead his prison floor along.So Moses stood on Pisgah's heights alone, With sight undimmed, and unabated strength;He gazed with rapture on the vision shown, Of the fair land in all its breadth and length;He saw the vale of Eschol clad with vine, Mount Libbanus adorned with lordly trees,Gilead and Achor, with their lowing kine, And verdant Sharon swept by the sea breeze;He saw the spot where Jacob's... Poems - Post by : hammer23 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 3537

Is There A Brighter World? Is There A Brighter World?

Is There A Brighter World?
Beneath the surface of a shallow lake, Where grasses rank and mammoth rushes grow,And playful fish their bright fins nimbly shake, Or madly chase each other to and fro,The larva of the dragon-fly submerged, In family large, had taken their abode,And tho' the waves around them daily surged, Upon the bending grass they safely rode.Content were they with life as there enjoyed; To brighter world they never had aspired,Had they not felt unfilled an aching void, And heard a whisper of a life attiredIn sapphire robes, 'midst gleams of golden light, Above their present... Poems - Post by : seaside - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 3312

What Lasts? What Lasts?

What Lasts?
The words we speak on the empty air,Are never lost, but recorded there;The process we may not comprehend,Nor how the words with the air may blend,But science shows what results may be;Accept the fact, is enough for me.The waves of sound may have died awayAs ripples faint on a sheltered bay;But though now faint will be heard again,By God, ourselves, and the sons of men.As sound e'en now may be multiplied;The faintest moan like the roaring tide;The housefly's tread with its tiny feetLike tramp of horse on the stone-paved street.So, though now faint, will those voices be,When Christ shall come in... Poems - Post by : drew_man - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1738

Eye Hath Not Seen Eye Hath Not Seen

Eye Hath Not Seen
Somewhere in the realms supernal Is a home prepared for me,Where my joys shall be eternal, And my spirit ever free; Mortal vision helps not here,God conceals it from my sight,By effulgent beams of light; Oh that He would bring it near!But I hear a voice say, softly, "Be content to leave it so,For God's thoughts are far too lofty For a man like thee to know; Human spirits must be freeFrom their tenements of clay,Ere they bear that full-orbed day, Bide thy time and thou shalt see."I cannot draw back the curtain... Poems - Post by : minhtran - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1410

The Johnstown Disaster, 1889 The Johnstown Disaster, 1889

The Johnstown Disaster, 1889
Look down, ye Alleghenies, into the Conemaugh vale,And see the rising waters, and hear the bitter wail;The swollen streams now empty their contents in the lake,The waters rise to kiss the skies and walls of granite shake.Oh, hear that awful booming; the dam has given way!An avalanche of water God's hand alone can stay!Oh, leap, ye hills, before it and keep this torrent back,Or devastated towns and homes will mark its onward track!Look down, ye Alleghenies, upon this vale of woe;Ten thousand corpses at your base their soulless faces show;Some hid beneath the debris, some covered o'er with slime,Their spirits fled... Poems - Post by : Arun_Pal_Singh - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 821

Perfect Work Perfect Work

Perfect Work
An artist skilled beyond the sons of men With pleasure scanned the pictures on the wall,Rare works of art, each one pronounced a gem, The product of his hand, both great and small;Each filled its place in the designer's plan;Conceived in full before the work began.Pleased was the artist with results as shown; But his ideal was not as yet attained;It needed this, as palace needs a throne, But _throne_ a _king_--then is perfection gained,When his great masterpiece hangs in its place,And the great artist looks in his own face.(The end)Joseph Horatio Chant's poem: Perfect Work... Poems - Post by : Ibiobiz - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 3145

The Copy The Copy

The Copy
Looking o'er this written page, Many blurs and blots are seen;Crooked strokes, at every stage-- Oh, that it again were clean,As at first I found it, whenI defiled it with my pen!Gladly would I all erase; But along the lines of blueYou could still the failure trace In the paper's darkened hue;Though the words could not be seen,You could trace where they had been.I will try to do my best, Though my ideal be not gained;On the Master's scrip shall rest Eager eyes, till is attainedSome resemblance to His hand;If no more I can command.Like... Poems - Post by : rock78230 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2674

A Suffering God A Suffering God

A Suffering God
Man is like God in miniature, When he is at his best;His motives and impulses pure, His heart and will at rest;No conflict in himself is felt, His light no earthly beam,While love encircles like a belt, And conscience is supreme.As thus endowed a creature may The keenest sufferings feel;Not such as rack the frame of clay, Which art of man may heal;But pain untold at others' woes, And deadly blight of sin,Which right and virtue overthrows, And blackens all within.And may not God have suffered much Ere reached the gory cross?Did... Poems - Post by : realiconmedia - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1733

Love Better Than Knowledge Love Better Than Knowledge

Love Better Than Knowledge
O Thou Eternal One, look down Upon an erring child of earth;Thy handiwork with knowledge crown, Or life will seem of little worth;By Thine own light illume my way,And turn this darkness into day.I hear a whisper in my heart-- "Than knowledge, better far is love;Thy knowledge here is but in part, The perfect waits for Thee above:Walk now by faith, and leave to meThe things now wrap'd in mystery."Weighed down with mysteries profound I lean upon Thy loving breast;The great unknown still girts me round, But Thou art mine, and here I rest;Unsolved the... Poems - Post by : sirtony - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 1316

My Pansy Pets My Pansy Pets

My Pansy Pets
My pansy pets are sleeping well Beneath their quilt of snow;How they can breathe I cannot tell, Nor how their rootlets grow;But soon the snow will melt away And April showers descend;Then shall appear in colors gay Each little pansy friend.Of pride it may not show a trace; Of lowly mind, alway;But will not blush to show its face All through the lifelong day:Its fragrance other flowers surpass, In form more stately, too.But when you see my pets in mass, Thank God they ever grew.For though the human face may frown, Or... Poems - Post by : Marcos - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2058

She Dearly Loved The Flowers She Dearly Loved The Flowers

She Dearly Loved The Flowers
I saw her first when she was old, Her form devoid of grace;Her locks that once were yellow gold Were white, and on her faceWere furrows deep, which told of pain, And toil, and worldly fret,Which all, alas, had been in vain, But nature claimed the debt.Her eyes were gray and lacked in glow, Her voice some thought was gruff,And when excited was not slow To use a sharp rebuff;For she in speech was free from art; Men feared her verbal stroke,And yet they said, "She has a heart; She never wears a... Poems - Post by : outsourcing - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2845

Sonnet (each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete) Sonnet (each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete)

Sonnet (each Human Life With Mysteries Is Replete)
Each human life with mysteries is replete; They press upon us in its early dawn, And multiply apace as years roll on,And at each turn we must their problems meet.Reason is blind, and fails their end to see, Misjudges God and gathers only woe, And from this spring much turbid waters flow.Only the pure in heart from doubt are free;They read aright the writing on the wall Which solves the problems of our earthly lot; To them God draws aside the veil, and shows The golden threads with which the garment glows, And... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 3217

'salut Aux Blessis' "salut Aux Blessis"

'salut Aux Blessis'
A group of mounted officers Ride up and fall in line;Their gleaming swords hang at their sides, Chevrons their arms entwine;They bare their heads as pass along A train of wounded men,Their shattered comrades from the field They ne'er may meet again."_Salut aux Blessis!_" loud they cry. The wounded soldiers hear,And for a time forget their pain, And swell the lusty cheer.Thus should it be in other lines; The men who lead the vanShould e'er accord a brother's cheer To every wounded man.The "rank and file" the wounds receive; Sometimes the leader,... Poems - Post by : Robin - Date : June 2011 - Author : Joseph Horatio Chant - Read : 2317