Jean Ingelow

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;
"Pull, if ye read more

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;
"Pull, if ye never pulled before;
Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he.
"Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!
Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.

How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.