The Poetry Corner

Poems.

By Freeman Edwin Miller

Poems are holy things. Eternal Truth, Borrowing the robes of song and lovely grown, In them her glory unto man proclaims And fills his longing soul. They softly speak Of Nature's beauty and the secrets old Concealed behind the shadows of the hills, And love on angel fingers borne to men, Naming them over in so sweet a voice That music leads their footsteps in the ways Where God has walked; and with a lofty Harp, As wondrous as the gentle harps of heaven, Uplifts, ennobles, soothes and leads the race Unto its last great ultimate of power, To words of tenderness and goodly deeds.