What dost thou here, thou shining, sinless thing,With many colored hues and shapely wing?Why quit the open field and summer airTo flutter here? Thou hast no need of prayer.‘Tis meet that we, who this great structure built,Should come to be redeemed and washed from guilt,For we this gilded edifice withinAre come, with erring hearts and stains of sin.But thou art free from guilt as God on high;Go, seek the blooming waste and open sky,And leave us here our secret woes to bear,Confessionals and agonies of prayer.by George Marion McClellanSubmitted by Hugh A Tague
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I want to be a star,
Shooting through the midnight sky,
On a clear moonlit night in the middle of May.
No cloud in sight or care in the world,
Just dust aimlessly burning through the atmosphere.
Fervent as a flame that Native Indians may have danced around;
A fire to keep warm.
Or a candle flickering in the dark when the power shuts off,
Because you couldn’t afford to pay your bills,
And all that’s left to fill the void of the night is hope;
Hope and serenity from that single light burning through the night sky,
Mesmerizing as an iridescent diamond gleaming,
Or a warrior’s cry.
I want to be the star you wish upon.
When you see that spark of light
Flash before your eyes,
For a moment there’s magic in the world again,
And the world isn’t such a scary place.
You don’t know what I’d give to live as a star,
Shooting through the air without a trace.
For you to believe in yourself again,
And to inspire all your dreams;
Because this life you’re living is so much brighter than what it seems.
If I could light up your life, I would.
But if only,
I were a star.
By: Kyle Fisher
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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