Elisabeth Grace Foley

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Poem: The King’s Daughter

April 16, 2022 by Elisabeth Grace Foley Leave a Comment

Daughter of the King, arise
Go forth; thy faith hath made thee whole.
Thou touched his robe, and now thine own
Glorious all within, and gold.

Blest she who knew she need but touch
The hem she knelt before,
Blest who believes in all the things
That now are told her from the Lord.

Daughter, arise; thy Father-King
Is come, and calleth for thee,
Bids thee approach the throne, and live
And in His kingdom shine with peace.

Blest she, by faith made strong to bear
Fruit thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold,
Blest who believed, fit forth to share
His wonders new and old.

Daughter, go out with joy and sing,
To Zion’s cities shout and show
The tidings of thy Father’s reign,
And fly His banners to behold.

Copyright © 2022 Elisabeth Grace Foley

Filed Under: Poetry

Poem: November Song

November 19, 2021 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 2 Comments

The earth is full of His glory,
Glory in shorn fields and gray sky,
Glory in burnt flame of russet oak
Bare graceful branch and rustling stalk;
Beauty in chill air and garland of bittersweet,
Brown woods, and the last leaves’ gold fire.

The earth is swept and garnished,
Rain-beaten, leaf-blanketed warm;
Dried vines turned under nourish next year’s growth,
Thinned treelines draw neighboring pastures close;
The harvest is safely gathered in,
And underneath are the everlasting arms.

Copyright © 2021 Elisabeth Grace Foley

Filed Under: Poetry, Seasons

Ten Poems for National Poetry Month

April 6, 2021 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 1 Comment

April is National Poetry Month, and so today I had the impulse to share ten poems I’ve read that have stayed with me, whether I’ve copied quotations from them, or jotted them in my personal lists of favorite poetry, or had certain lines ingrain themselves in my memory. Ten different authors; different subjects; different styles; each leaving an impression in its own way:

“The Elixir” by George Herbert

“The Bargain” by Sir Philip Sidney

“Song of the Settlers” by Jessamyn West

“Doors of Daring” by Henry van Dyke

“To the Supreme Being” by Michelangelo Buonarrotti (tr. William Wordsworth)

“Home” by William Alexander Percy

“The Anvil” by John Clifford

“Consider the Lilies of the Field” by Christina Rossetti

“Carillon” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“I Sit Beside the Fire and Think” by J.R.R. Tolkien

are any of these your favorites?

Filed Under: Lists, Poetry

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