I had in my possession an old family Bible, given to me for safekeeping almost twenty years ago. On the flyleaf is an inscription in almost fading black ink, its flowing cursive lines are testimony to an age when penmanship was considered of great importance. It is a simple dedication made out to my maternal grandmother from her aunt and dated June 26th 1913.
To be honest I had never really looked at the Bible much – I have one of my own of more recent vintage – and what’s more it was tied in an old handkerchief that has grown a pale yellow although it has retained its resilience. I thought it was time to pass it on to a family member who still carries my mother’s family name.
However, before I sent the Bible on to the next generation, I decided to look inside and within its secret pages I found some sheets from an old exercise book on which were written nine – I CORRECT MYSELF THERE WERE TEN – perfect little poems. Two of the pages have been eaten by time and so some of the words are lost. The handwriting is not familiar, it doesn’t belong to my mother and nor do I believe the pages are old enough to belong to my grandmother. Inside the Bible was also an Easter card addressed to my mother from my paternal grandaunt, who had never married. However, the handwriting in the poems doesn’t look as though it’s my grandaunt’s either.
So who wrote these poems? Are they verses written by some other poets and merely copied by the writer onto the exercise book sheets? Or were they written by some unsung unheard of poet in my family’s past, on either my mother’s or my father’s side.
I plan to list some of these poems here, so if anyone in the world – who visits this site and recognises the lines as belonging to another poet – do please leave a comment. If not, I think it’s time the Anonymous Poet of the 1913 Bible gets some appreciation.
The Poems found in an old family Bible
The little things
Be careful of the little things you do
For often times they echo back to you
Across the years
The tiny note you sent one sorry day
The coin that helped the beggar on his way
Ah, always take the time to stop and say
The word that cheers.
Perhaps some little deed may bring you fame
Perhaps the world may learn to love your name
Because of tears
You dried for others. And when life is through
Perhaps the little deeds you thoughtless do
Will be a glowing monument to you
For countless years.
Anonymous from 1913 Bible
The Cost
For the joy set before thee – the Cross
For the gain that comes after – the Loss
For the morning that smileth – the Night
For the peace of the victor – the Fight
For the white rose of goodness – the Thorn
For the spirit’s deep wisdom – men’s Scorn
For the sunshine of gladness – the Rain
For the fruit of God’s pruning – the Pain
For the clear bells of triumph – the Knell
For the sweet kiss of meeting – Farewell
For the height of the mountain – the Steep
For the waking in heaven – Death’s sleep.
The dream
There was sunshine in your hair
And wind kisses on your cheek
Smiles were on your lips and there
They were playing hide-and-seek.
There was gladness in your face
When I took you by surprise
And a warmth in your embrace
There was laughter in your eyes
In my dreams of you today
That was how I pictured you
That I might see you straight away
Just to see if dreams come true.
Lovely Things
Oh! Lovely things are quiet things
Shadows on the hill,
The last glow of daylight
Moonbeams white and still
The green dusk in the garden
The white rose petal tall
The memory of your kindness
The loveliest thing of all.
Moonlight on the water
There is moonlight on the waters
And the skies are darkest blue
And a silver beam of moonlight
Comes dancing upon you.
It shimmers on your forehead
And your hair so silken fine
My heart is filled with happiness
For I know that you are mine.
The moonlight on the waters
With silver breaks the blue
And little lisping wavelets
All tell my love for you –
The silver summer moonlight
The waves upon the shore
Just fill my heart with happiness
And I love you more and more.
Smiling
Shorten someone’s thorny way
By smiling
Sunshine shed on some dark day
By smiling
Help to ease a sad one’s care
Sorrow’s burden help to bear
Scatter roses everywhere
By smiling.
Some Night
Some night of starlit beauty
When stealthy shadows play
And bells ring out a welcome
My feet shall turn your way.
Into your quiet haven
Of refuge I shall come
My weary heart awakening
With joy the years held dumb
The past years dark and stormy
Shall not have been in vain
When, with the new day’s dawning
Love shall be born again.
The end of the way
My life is a wearisome journey
I’m sick of the dust and the heat,
The rays of the sun beat upon me
The briars are wounding my feet.
But the city to which I am journeying
Will more than my trials repay;
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.
There are so many hills to climb upwards,
I am often longing to rest;
But He who appoints me my pathway,
Knows just what is needful and best.
I know in His Word He has promised
That my strength will be as my day
And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of my way.
When the last feeble steps have been taken
And the gates of the City appear;
And the beautiful songs of the saved ones
Float out to my listening ear;
When all that seems now so mysterious
Will be plain and clear as the day
All the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of my way.
John 20:15
“…and she supposing him to be the gardener…”
Then the fast-fading flowers made sudden stir
The lone narcissus raised its drooping head
The throbbing poppy blushed a deeper red
And all the woodland thrilled in love’s pleasure… (?)
Even the roses of Gethsemane
Lifted their soul-sad eyes and smiled anew
The lilies by the lake of Galilee
The glades of Olivet where daisies blew
Shook with silent ecstasy
Knowing the (Easter) surmise to be true.
No gilded crown
No gilded crown I ask for thee, Beloved
No jewels rich and rare;
I only circle thee around more firmly
With Golden links of prayer
Beseeching Him, who blessed thee, still to bless
Keeping thee safe in His divine caress.
Before thee all the great unknown is lying
Its secrets lost to view
I claim for thee fresh wisdom
Undreamt of hitherto
Beseeching Him, who led thee (through this way?)
Giving thee grace sufficient (for the day?)
Did you find out the origin of “Lovely Things” ? I have come across a hand written version of it with my father’s initials on it which must date from about 1930.
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No, i am sorry i still haven’t. Do you know the poet?
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