Little Black Boy, The (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O, my soul is white! continue reading
Little Song of Life, A (by: Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)) Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew. continue reading
Little Witness, The (by: Calvin Hart) When I was a child I went with my parents, To the city of Jerusalem, I heard the crowd speak of a man named Jesus, And I wished to go and see Him. continue reading
No Greater Love (by: Calvin Hart) The start of a brand new family, Is like the dawn of a brand new day, With hopes and dreams and promises, Of what may come your way. continue reading
Of Clementina (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) In Clementina's artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me? continue reading
Old Bible, The (by: Calvin Hart) I was browsing through the books at a second hand store, When I found an old Bible, tattered and worn. The pages were yellow, the binding was scored, The cover was dusty, faded and torn. continue reading
Old Stoic, The (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!" continue reading
