Charles Kingsley

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last read more

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices...

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where read more

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.

And we shall be made truly wise if we be content; content, too,
not only with what we can read more

And we shall be made truly wise if we be content; content, too,
not only with what we can understand, but content with what we do
not understand--the habit of mind which theologians call--and
rightly--faith in God.

Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with read more

Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with violets playing,
In the shade of the whispering trees.