FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
30
Lucy S. Burnham
I have Often Wondered
I have often wondered, haven't you, Why flowers love the morning dew And lift their small and shining face Aglow with heaven's radiant grace.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
31
Lucy S. Burnham
The Wise Are Slow To Speak
The fool has said there is no God, The wise are slow to speak; He hears a voice in the sea's deep roar, And the quiet of mountain peak.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
32
Lucy S. Burnham
Night
Why should I fear the night? It is the time for rest, Soft curtains drawn against the day; Sometimes I like it best.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
32
Lucy S. Burnham
God Rules The Destiny Of Earth
God holds the destiny of men In the hollow of His hand; He guides the ship of state through storm To ancchor safe on land.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
33
Lucy S. Burnham
The Sabbath Evening
This quiet Sabbath evening A peace pervades my home; Content I sit besides my hearth With no desire to roam.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
34
Lucy S. Burnham
The Testing
Long years ago I wept so easily At every little thing that fretted me. My days might just as well be filled with cheer, And yet the time was spent in morbid fear.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
34
Lucy S. Burnham
The Window Of My Soul
Today I washed the windows of my woul, With bitter tears made brightly clean the whole. I was surprised to find so much of stain, But glad that I could clearly see again.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
35
Lucy S. Burnham
The Narrowing Path
If you walk with the crowd on the highway of life, You are just very sure to go wrong, For the narrowing path that leads to the right Was never walked by the throng.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
36
Lucy S. Burnham
If I Had But One Day
If I had but one day to live, I know what I would do, I'd treasure up each golden hour And spend them all with you.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
37
Lucy S. Burnham
To A Bulb
O little browned and withered bulb I hold within my hand, This change and nature's way I do not fully understand.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
38
Lucy S. Burnham
Shadows
Shadows are veils the sunbeams let down, The shadows may bring us pain, But if we keep sweet and true and fine, The sunbeams will come again.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
38
Lucy S. Burnham
My Gift
I cannot write the priceless words That charm like music fine, But I can write you cheerful thoughts, Give service all divine.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
39
Lucy S. Burnham
Sand
Silvery, glittering, rippling sand, Tranquil, lovely and sweet, Peaceful, glimmering mounds of sand Like music beneath my feet.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
40
Lucy S. Burnham
The Desert Charm
My desert home, thou land of dreary waste, Of constant wind and ever shifting sand; Thy sun-baked earth brings forth no herb, no flower, No life, no faintest hint of beauty grand.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
41
Lucy S. Burnham
Desert Land
Great, wide, primeval desert, Sloping away to the west, Ono to the Beautiful Mountain With snow on its sunlit crest.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
42
Lucy S. Burnham
The Bonitians
New Mexico, loved land of mystery, What is this spell that hovers 'round tonight? I shiver as I draw my mantle close The while I revel at this wondrous sight.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
43
Lucy S. Burnham
Under The Open Sky
If you are beset with worries, And everything seems dead wrong, Walk under the open heavens And listen to nature's song.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
44
Lucy S. Burnham
Christmas Magic
"And suddenly there was with the angels a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men!'"
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
45
Lucy S. Burnham
The Hills Near Bethlehem
Where sheep had trodden unknown trails, Splintered silence like misty veils Shadowed the plains all wet with dew Where lay the restless, bleating ewe.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
46
Lucy S. Burnham
The Two Mothers
Dear Mary, the Mother of Jesus, I'm thinking of you tonight, As I kneel at the foot of the Christmas Tree, With its star so billiantly bright.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
47
Lucy S. Burnham
The Chill of Winter
The winter chill was in my heart, And stark and bleak against the sky The tall trees stood in silhouette, As desolate, alone as I.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
48
Lucy S. Burnham
After Christmas
O, where is the hustle and bustle, The patter of hurrying feet, The cheerful meeting and greeting Of friends on the busy street?
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
48
Lucy S. Burnham
The New Year
I seek not in the vast unknown, Nor fear what needs must be. What has been gives me faith to know That God will care for me.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
49
Lucy S. Burnham
Valentines
Old man Winter goes hurrying by, Shaking the snowflakes down; He grumbles and groans the livelong day As he hurries about the town.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
The First Easter
Dark clouds hung low above grim Calvary's Hill, Ominous clouds made day and night as one. A cry of pain, "Father, Thy will be done!" And Christ was dead, and silent, cold and still, A willing sacrifice, His Father's will.