Giant Hours With Poet Preachers
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ng to old friends, friends who may have an interest in knowing some of the th
ot failed, for Christianity has nowhere been tried yet, nowhere been tried in a large social sense. Christianity has been tried by individuals, and it has been found to be comforting and transforming. Bu
olehearted effort to make religion the working principle of society. Religion is always cooperative and brotherly, but we have not yet made any earnest effort to apply the cooperative and brotherly principl
ial order as "a Christian civilization." All such references, dear friends, disturb our hearts; for they prove that the speaker has no conception of what a Christian civilization would be, how noble and brotherly it would be. Five minutes' reading of the Sermon on the Mount will convince any alert mind that we
re that this body of earnest Christian men and women will awaken to the call of the social Christ, awake determined to infuse his spirit into the industrial order, and thus extend the power of th
or men. It was this new order that he had in mind when he uttered the great invitation, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." All the work-worn toilers
all the steps of our industrial life. It means that the Golden Rule shall become the working principle in our social o
what I have said in this letter I have tried a thousand times to say in my poems that have gone out into the world. And this
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ose writings are discussed in this book, has expresse
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N SERVICE, IN LOWLINESS; AND A BIT
l in the simplicity of his style. He, like the poet of old
ago I was a
ouched with wond
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st poet of democracy." Dr. David G. Downey makes his estimate of the poet, in his book, Modern Poets and Christian Teaching, a little broader and deeper in the two phrases: "He is not more poet than prophet," and, "He is the poet of humanity-of man in relations." And of them all I feel that the latter estimate i
rds and rulers
handiwork yo
hing distorted a
ver straighten
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with kingdoms
shaped him to t
b Terror shal
lence of the
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day. Yes, Markham is prophet as well as poet. And to this humble writer's way of reading poetry there were never four lines for p
till the crow
of the kings ar
till the hil
ngs of the s
es of H
David the shepherd; the sweet lute, the harp, the wind in the trees
Man with the Hoe," having been discussed by Dr. Downey in the book heretofore mentioned. I have the joy-task in these brief lines to bring to you Mar
for you somewhere, some time, some place, these four favorite lines, with a twinkle in h
circle that
bel, a thin
d I had the
ircle that
es of H
nes he introduces the
of Hap
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of "Six Stories," when he finds that the Sultan Mahmoud is near unto death, and that there is just
this can you
the shoes of
es of H
to find these shoes
zier, when th
the shoes, or
this trusted sl
es of H
g among the fields and flowers, a "swarm of the folk of high degr
d heart was
joy was a
es of H
ch and sought the hom
ome of the poor
Viz
eet joys, but I
to-morrow e
es of H
the Vizier thought that surely here would he find
the poet; "yo
s ever the n
es of H
rch he found some touch of unhappi
restless that yo
sad that it
es of H
shoes on the feet of
er
t love is a t
rment, a heav
es of H
r, "I am not glad; I am only wise." At last he heard of a man from far Algiers. Wi
Halil, 'I a
e all in a br
he, for I h
gold to cro
ortune, nor
sk for a roa
pipe of the
the music
he field th
lah! but you
, quick, for th
fortunes are yo
zier,... but I
es of H
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iness of poverty, so the next, "The Juggler of
nd a sympathetic monk took him into the monastery to live. Barnabas was happy for a time; but after a while, as he saw everybody else
Barnabas, n
the sun as
es of H
a different bend of the knee than that to which they had been accustomed. How prone we are to judge those who do not worship just as we have worshiped! This seems such a common human weakness that Alfred Noyes, with a touch of kindly indignation,
ied again, 'lo
fingers, and
him cry at Our
am, Madame,
e with span
r altar my li
es of H
s of more modern days, had never caught the real gist of th
h, then, yo
o think that
like, or th
ho perchan
fferent dream
led sins to h
judge; we
mingle, all
one thing c
untranscen
t while a
heeling wor
, as your
aven and si
es of H
o judge one another. T
s not worshiping as th
eal spirit of worship
e this do the
ndal, this
prank in Our
s with him; bac
ace at Our L
es of H
now, men are not
the elders s
tare and their
he rafters
mantle blue
n from the
Beauty and l
stretched in t
dew from his
his hair with
n from the
lilies hall
of harpings
elders, beati
y deed is th
s done from th
he height of t
es of H
GREAT G
MPLETE HAPPIN
f Markham's. Conrad the cobbler had a dream, when he had grown old, that the Master would come "His guest to be
nt home; and hi
or the shadow a
the moments o
should enter t
e call, the l
face, the
e feet where the
e hands where th
last he woul
bread as the
es of H
rying along the streets, lost. He pitied the child and left his shop to take it to its mother; such was his great heart of love. He hurried back that he might not miss the Great Guest when he came. But the Great Guest did not come. As the evening came and the shadows were falling
ord, that you
et that this
es of H
the world than this that follows? Where is Christ more won
the silence a
heart, for I
came to your
y shadow was
eggar with
woman you
ld on the hom
es of H
The Everlasting Mercy," wherein he sp
gives a ch
ls ring in He
gives a c
aces in Ki
o gives a
ur Christ ag
es of H
en, ye have done it unto me," another great-hearted Poet once said; a
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buying his food with a verse. And he did that very thing. But Markham had a different idea, an idea that all of us need script for that larger journey, script that is not money and scri
LACE O
of life is wearied unto death with sin, and bickering, and trouble and hurt and
f the cyclone t
he clouds and
e of cent
he roar of m
ce where my
llow of G
es of H
Search for the Holy Grail," in Boston Library; and when we have learned to put our homes, and our children, an
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thread that was flown from a kite from shore to shore; and then a larger string, and then a heavy co
nd our little
out to God's rea
nd faith to th
thought until
o a chain no ch
nchored to t
es of H
threads of love and faith will draw greater cords and greater, stronger ropes until at last the chasm between man and God o
NO TIME
the world. It seems impossible that a censorship so strict could ever let such a mass of mire out to the world. But when one reads this M
me for hate, O
ay until th
cient wound? F
t, a forest l
d green over a
ier buried
es of H
ere is no time for hate," the world would happier be. Good script for
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