“He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life, even for ever and ever.”
Life-length of days-the time to work and strive
In his Lord’s vineyard; to bring heavenly light
Into the drear, dark places of the earth,
And make them fair and fruitful in His sight.
Life-it seem’d all so bright and beautiful once!
It lay spread out before his kindling eyes,
A land of sunny hills, in white mist veil’d,
Of sweet green valleys under summer skies.
Such tender light and tender shadows there!
No dazzling blaze, no savage blots of gloom,
No keen-cut outline of the barren cliff,
No glaring waste,-but all one gentle bloom
Of happy, innocent hope,-a morning tint
Of pearly grey and gold, with just a shade
Of bright cloud-colour, giving life to it,-
He saw not then the havoc death had made.
But soon the white mist melted in the heat
Of noonday, and the wasted fields lay bare-
Vineyard of Eden-like a bright face, scarred
With sin and shame and weariness and care.
And his vague aspiration took a shape.
“Grant me, dear Lord, if it seem good to Thee,
To labour here, with manhood’s utter strength,-
O Lord, good Lord, intrust this work to me!
“Let me have time to toil-a long, long day-
To dig and delve and root out wasteful weeds,
To cut down briars and thorns, and help to plough
Furrows where angels may sow heavenly seeds.
“Give me to foster, with my faith and love,
Frail, early flowers, that fear to droop and fade!
Father, I will not shrink for bleeding hands,
For heat nor cold-I do not feel afraid!”
His voice was heard-his will accepted. God
Gave deep and true fulfilment to his prayer,-
Life-life eternal, which should nevermore
The taint of death, or sin, or sorrow bear!
Oh pray, ye blind ones, as the beggar pray’d
When He of Nazareth pass’d by! Oh pray
With simple faith and worship,-fear ye not
God’s gracious ear will deafly turn away.
Ye know He bids us to tell out our wants,
Knowing them all; give up to Him your will,
And trust Him-trust Him. In his wondrous love
He deigns the lowliest longing to fulfil.
Ay, and with that fulfilment which we ne’er
Shall grasp or fathom-till we come to see
Our strange, mysterious human life unveil’d
In the clear daylight of eternity.
The beggar ask’d for sight-Christ answer’d him,
For his faith’s sake, and gave him sight indeed.
Just so his silent hands and darken’d eyes
Were lifted once, for grace of “life” to plead.
And God fulfilled his prayer as utterly!
He gave him life-the life of saints above,
Beyond all earthly dreaming sweet and glad-
An endless life in His eternal love!
A few random poems:
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Robert Burns: O Let Me In Thes Ae Night:
- Николай Языков – Записки А. С. Дириной
- For The Record
- Robert Burns: The Rights Of Woman: An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792.
- Sonet 35 by William Alexander
- On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns poem – John Keats poems
- Nijole Miliauskaite – Nijole Miliauskaite
- Кондратий Рылеев – К N. N. (У вас в гостях бывать накладно)
- A Case Of Murder by Vernon Scannell
- Владимир Солоухин – Теперь-то уж плакать нечего
- Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman
- The Shrine by Sara Teasdale
- On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley
- English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Triumph of Time. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on John Rankine by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on James Grieve by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on Holy Willie by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on Captain Lascelles by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on a noted coxcomb by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic by Robert Burns
- Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for James Smith by Robert Burns
- Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq. by Robert Burns
- Epistle to William Simson by Robert Burns
- Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math by Robert Burns
- Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry by Robert Burns
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works

Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.