James Montgomery Poems
|42.||The Scene Around Me Disappears||5/9/2012|
|44.||The Valentine Wreath||4/15/2010|
|45.||The Visible Creation||4/15/2010|
|46.||Thee Will I Praise, O Lord, In Light,||4/15/2010|
|47.||There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep - 2||4/15/2010|
|48.||There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep,||4/15/2010|
|49.||To The Autumn||4/15/2010|
|50.||To The Temple I Repair||1/3/2003|
|52.||What Is Prayer?||4/15/2010|
|53.||When Jesus Left His Father's Throne||1/3/2003|
A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief
A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
The Flash At Midnight
The flash at midnight! - 'twas a light
That gave the blind a moment's sight
Then sank in tenfold gloom;
Loud, deep, and long, the thunder broke,
The deaf ear instantly awoke,
Then closed as in the tomb:
An angel might have passed my bed,
Sounded the trump of God, and fled.