Last Rose of Summer
Know Then Thyself
Edgar Allan Poe
Laura E. Richards
Love and Age
Thomas Love Peacock
My Native Land
Sir Walter Scott
The Road Not Taken
A Prospect of Heaven
Makes Death Easy
by Isaac Watts
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
Oh could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;
Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
Great Literary Gifts
Often referred to as the "Father
of English Hymnody", Isaac Watts was born in England in the late
17th century. Watts composed over 600 hymns, many of which are still in
general use today, such as "Jesus Shall Reign," When I Survey the
Wondrous Cross," and "We're Marching to Zion." Perhaps
the most widely sung of all his hymns is the popular Christmas
melody, "Joy to the World."