William Arthur Dunkerley Poems

As sure as God's in His Heaven,
As sure as He stands for Right,
As sure as the hun this wrong hath done,
...

We thank Thee, Lord,
For mercies manifold in these dark days;-
For Heart of Grace that would not suffer wrong;
For all the stirrings in the dead dry bones;
...

We thank Thee, Lord,
For all Thy Golden Silences,-
For every Sabbath from the world's turmoil;
For every respite from the stress of life;-
...

(TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN)

Hello! Hello!
Are you there? Are you there?
Ah! That you? Well,-
...

Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in the splendour
Of your white wrath at treacheries so vile;
Roused from your sleep, become once more defender
Of those high things which make life worth life's while!
...

Lord, when Thou seest that my work is done,
Let me not linger on,
With failing powers,
...

Is the pathway dark and dreary?
God's in His heaven!
Are you broken, heart-sick, weary?
God's in His heaven!
...

Curly head, and laughing eyes,-
Mischief that all blame defies.

Cricket,- footer,- Eton-jacket,-
Everlasting din and racket.
...

Soul, dost thou fear
For to-day or to-morrow?
'Tis the part of a fool
To go seeking sorrow.
...

I have been tried,
Tried in the fire,
And I say this,
As the result of dire distress,
...