Poems by Caroline Spencer

You would pass it by among the rest,
Curious world, as you haste along,
The tiny, secret jo...

Where's the hearth, however low,
Knoweth not this guest?
When the sunset embers glow,
Enter...

Joy for the angels, but hope for man!
Pleasure for creatures of calmer clay;
We may rise or d...

Not where willow branches wave,
Lay them in no sombre shadow;
Make the dead a sunny grave
In...

We cry "Our Father!" we that yearn
Upward to some Divine embrace,
And dimly through the mist, ...

The feast of God is rich with wine,
Vintage of all the years in store;
Bring all your cups fo...

The solemn fires are lit again
Upon the mountain's altar-places;
They rise above the kneeling ...

Her robes yet skirted with the sunset glimmer,
Into the twilight brown,
Into the twilight eve...

One last long look upon thy face,
My year of grace!
O sweet and strange! What vision lies
Hal...

The dark before the day,
The dawning silver-gray,
Is sweet with treasured fragrance overrun; ...

We do not walk alone;
Through seeming accidents,
What we call chance is known
To be God's Pr...

But yesterday I passed this way,
And stopped to watch the daisies growing
The wind, I guessed...

How dreadful is this place! There lies the world,
Forever thinking, thinking, thinking.--Slow...

Thou that bringest sleep,
Still and deep,
Come and lay my head
In thy charmed bed.
What if ...

With lessening strain and fainter breath,
Life slowly easing into death--
When on tired eyes a...