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I love to wander through the woodlands hoary, In the soft light of an autumnal day, When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away. By Sarah Helen Whitman

The love and affection of angels flying, The love and affection of saints undying, Heaven’s love and affection satisfying, O your guarding and cherishing let them be, Your so loving protection eternally.   Ancient Celtic prayer for protection

Lord, we are rivers running to thy sea, Our waves and ripples all derived from thee: A nothing we should have, a nothing be, Except for thee. From a prayer of Christina Rossetti 1830–1894, who was an invalid for most of her life, and also a prolific poet.

I love my little scooter It helps me get about It has a little hooter So I don’t need to shout; Though neither help the shocking State of paths, worse ev’ry day! And neither help unblocking The cars parked in my way. By Nigel Beeton

Harvest Field Presence Veni Vidi Vici (He came, He saw, He conquered) Saint Michael O How Lovely The Robin Tear Here ** Harvest Field All around, confusion, All around, helplessness, People lost in the bad news of every day. Longing for purpose, Searching for security and significance Here in the white field of our generation....

All around, confusion, All around, helplessness, People lost in the bad news of every day. Longing for purpose, Searching for security and significance Here in the white field of our generation.   The harvest is still great, The workers are still few, But the Lord of the harvest Is the same Yesterday, today and forever,...

Expecting Him, my door was open wide: Then I looked round If any lack of service might be found, And saw Him at my side: How entered, by what secret stair, I know not, knowing only He was there. By TE Brown (1830 -97)

He CAME from the Glory, the Holy One Down Heaven’s stairway to a bed of straw, From the realms of splendour and blazing light He left riches behind and for us became poor.   He SAW His creation now spoilt and marred, But it was for this reason He came to earth, His great love...

Saint Michael, angel of the sea, Lord of the horses he, Saint Michael, of the angels king, Of war, of shepherding; On steed he flies across the skies; The first-fruits of the harvest corn, The first-fruits of the flock-lambs born, Are his, he meets the soul forlorn. The saints and angels watch o’erhead, Their wings...

O how lovely, Lord Almighty Is the place where thou dost dwell; How my yearning soul is fainting For the courts I love so well! How my heart and flesh are crying Living God thy grace to tell!   Lo – the sparrows have found somewhere Where they go for nightly rest See – the...

Long before my clock alarms I hear the robin as he charms A sleeping world with glorious song. But he sings loud, and he sings long, And, as I rub my sleepy eyes Long before I’m meant to rise I wish that he would use his beak Instead the early worm to seek! By Nigel...

A biscuit pack can bring great cheer, But therein lies a trap – You pull just where it says ‘tear here’ And they all land in your lap…..   By Nigel Beeton