Category: Reflect
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“An Hymn to Evening” by Phillis Wheatley
SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing, Exhales the incense of the blooming spring. Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats. Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread! But…
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson (December 10th, 1830 – May 15th, 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me. Emily Dickinson Related articles I Shall Not Live In…
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