1000 Quotable Poems [antikvár]

QUOTABLE POEMS A picket frozen on duty — A mother starved for her brood — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And Jesus on the rood; And millions who, humble and nameless, The straight, hard pathway trod — Some call it Consecration, And others call it God. William Herbert Carruth What Christ Said I said, " Let me walk in the fields." He said, "No; walk in the town." I said, " There are no flowers there." He said, " No flowers, but a crown." I said, " But the skies are black, There is nothing but noise and din; " And he wept as he sent me back; " There is more," he said, " there is sin." I said, " But the air is thick, And fogs are veiling the sun." He answered, " Yet souls are sick, And souls in the dark undone." I said, " I shall miss the light, And friends will miss me, they say." He answered, " Choose tonight If I am to miss you, or they." I pleaded for time to be given. He said, " Is it hard to decide?