Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

A hymn for Christmas, a favorite of mine.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Adapted from Robert Robinson

Come, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love

Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love

Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave my God above

Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

Seal it for thy courts above!

Does this Post Lay Stress on Villainy?

A curious bit in a prose supplement of a 1958 edition of Roy J. Cook's wildly popular One Hundred and One Famous Poems:

In choosing books for children these rules, recently laid down by an author of books for boys, are worth the consideration of parents:

"Read your children's books yourself. Or better still, get your boy or girl to read them aloud to you. Ask yourself during the reading:

'Does this book lay stress on villainy, deception or treachery?'

'Are all the incidents wholesome, probable and true to life?'

'Does it show young people contemptuous toward their elders and successfully opposing them?'

'Do the young characters in the book show respect for teachers and others in authority?'

'Are these characters the kind of young people you wish your children to associate with?'

'Does the book speak of and describe pranks, practical jokes and pieces of thoughtless and cruel mischief as though they were funny and worthy of imitation?'

'Is the English good and is the story written in good style?' "

* Post originally written 09/20/10, posted using Blogger's scheduled post

Father's Day

A poem for Father's Day, with love to my own father, a man of whose character I have yet to meet an equal. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Sentimental Moment Or Why Did The Baguette Cross The Road?

Robert Hershon

Don't fill up on bread 

I say absent-mindedly 

The servings here are huge 

My son, whose hair may be 

receding a bit, says 

Did you really just 

say that to me? 

What he doesn't know

is that when we're walking 

together, when we get 

to the curb 

I sometimes start to reach 

for his hand

And happy birthday to my big brother.

* Post originally written 09/16/10 and posted using Blogger's scheduled post.

Mothers, Pianos

A little D.H. Lawrence, in honor of Mother's Day. I suppose I connected with this poem immediately, because my childhood will always be linked to the sound of my mother, singing at the piano. To my very own, piano-playing, and truly excellent mother, Happy Mother's Day. 

Piano
D.H. Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

And this YouTube reading of the same poem... I just love the reader's rumbling voice.

* Post originally written 09/16/10 and posted using Blogger's scheduled post.

Somewhere...

Happy Valentine's Day, dear poetry lovers.

Destiny
Sir Edwin Arnold

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

"...And always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together."

~ Robert Nathan, A Portrait of Jennie

* Post originally written 09/20/10, posted using Blogger's scheduled post