Poems by Watie W. Swanzy

Our hungry souls, O Father! Lead
From barren fields to dewy mead,
From earthly husks lead up ...

O heavenly Father, God of love!
We raise our hearts to thee above,
And all our wishes tell th...

Sun that sheds rich mellow beams;
Misty hills with golden gleams;
Ripe red fruit in emerald h...

My soul within grows sick and faint
Without thy vital air;
Thou aidst its upper, higher fligh...

Majestic river! In thy onward course,
Like that stream of myriad stars that flows
Across the g...

March, wild March, with her wind-blown locks,
Goes scurrying across the plain,
Through the ...

An angel hovered all one day
Close by a wretched cottage door,
Would raise his wings to soar a...

Trooping o'er the meadows,
Chatter, chatter, chatter!
Greeting pussy willows,
Twitter, tw...

Oh, this blessed Book of Thine!
In each word is food divine, --
Food to make the sick heart wh...

Can we, great God, thee comprehend
Without the Spirit's aid?
We know thy mind, almighty Frie...

Oh, hear the Christmas bells' sweet sound,
As they peal the whole earth around,
Saying to al...

Fleecy cloud that floats in azure,
Floats above in ethereal blue,
Dost thou ne'er look back w...

Mids all the ruins Rome can boast, --
And they are many--thou art most
Magnificent and most sub...

Oh, come, thou weary soul, to Christ,
And lean upon his loving breast!
He'll comfort e'en t...

Dear friend of my youth, oft I think of thee,
Although by time we are sundered afar;
Yet thr...