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Quotes from Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old — Dinah Craik

1826–1887 England

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Meek — as the meek that shall inherit earth,
Pure — as the pure in heart that shall see God.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

There never was night that had no morn.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Give us one heart, one tongue, one faith, one love.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

We too should be about our father's business —
O Christ, hear us!

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

O Thou that openest, and no man shuts;
That shut'st, and no man opens — Thee we wait!

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Drink, my jolly lads, drink with discerning,
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning;
Never was owl more blind than a lover,
Drink and be merry, lads, half seas over.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream, —
Outward bound.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

O, my son's my son till he gets him a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all her life.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Down in the deep, up in the sky,
I see them always, far or nigh,
And I shall see them till I die —
The old familiar faces.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Wist ye not
That I must be about my Father's business?

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

And all day long, so close and near,
As in a mystic dream I hear
Their gentle accents kind and dear —
The old familiar voices.
They have no sound that I can reach —
But silence sweeter is than speech.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, for ever.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Sweet April-time — O cruel April-time!
Year after year returning, with a brow
Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
Of vanished springs, like flowers.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright,
For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Dinah Craik (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.