I KENNING THROUGH
I kenning through astronomy divine
The worlds bright battlement, wherein I spy
A golden path my pencil cannot line
From that bright throne unto my threshold lie.
And while my puzzled thoughts ab
THE ACCUSATION OF THE INWARD MAN
You want clear spectacles: your eyes are dim:
Turn inside out, and turn your eyes within.
Your sins like motes in the sun do swim: nay, see
Your mites are molehills, molehills mountains be.
The Star Spangled Banner
Francis Scott Key
September 20, 1814
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we
AM I THY GOLD?
OR PURSE, LORD, FOR THY WEALTH
CANTICLES II : 1 : I am . the lily of the valleys.
Am I thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for thy wealth;
Whether in mine or mint refined for thee?
Im counted so, but count me oer thyself,
Make me, O Lord, thy spinning wheel complete;
Thy holy word my distaff make for me.
Make mine affections thy swift fliers neat,
And make my soul thy holy spool to be.
My conversation make to be thy reel,
And reel the y
OUR INSUFFICIENCY TO PRAISE GOD
SUITABLY FOR HIS MERCY
Should all the world so wide to atom s fall,
Should th air be shred to motes; should we
See all the earth hacked here so sm all
That none could sm aller be?
Should heaven and