28 John Imrie Poems

1. Seeking After Knowledge
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Wisdom is the true currency of Heaven,
   From fools withheld, but to the prudent given;
   In her pursuit let us in earnest be.
   If we would prosper, therefore, let us see
   That all our energies be so combin'd
   As best to cultivate the heart and mind.
   This occupation is the best that can
   Engage the youth, or occupy the man
   In leisure hours, which, be they rightly spent,
   Are of great moment, and by Heaven lent
   To sweeten toil, and relaxation give
   To dull and cank'ring cares, which, while we live,
   Must be our lot; our time, then, let us spend
   As best becomes us, knowing not our end!
   
   
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2. The Believer's Refuge
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   'Tis sweet to feel that God is near
   In times of trouble or distress, -
   To quell the doubt, or calm the fear,
   To pardon, comfort, heal and bless.
   
   When all around is dark and drear,
   And sorrow shades the brow with care,
   How sweet to know that God will hear
   The anxious soul's imploring prayer.
   
   How sweet to lean upon that arm,
   And in its strength a refuge find;
   Secure from every fear or harm.
   Which would disturb our peace of mind.
   
   Jesus, thou Refuge ever sure,
   Where all is peace, and joy, and rest;
   Safe as the rock that doth endure,
   Oh! let me lean upon Thy breast.
   
   Then let the world its warfare wage,
   And Satan tempt my heart with pride;
   Let friends disown, and scoilers rage.
   To turn my heart from Thee aside -
   
   They all shall fail! but Thou alone
   Shalt be my portion evermore;
   I'll cling to Thee - the world disown -
   Thy love confess - and Thee adore!
   
   
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3. The Golden Rule
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Speak a kind word when you can,
   Kind words cost but little,
   This is far the better plan,
   Human hearts are brittle.
   
   Life is all too short for strife,
   Peace and love are golden;
   For they serve to lengthen life,
   So say sages olden!
   
   Let us lend a helping hand
   To each weary brother.
   Are we not a pilgrim band
   Bound to one another?
   
   Our reward shall greater be
   When we get to heaven,
   If to duty faithfully
   We have daily striven!
   
   Life to us is like a school
   Where our good behaviour
   Should be as "the Golden Rule "
   Taught us by our Saviour -
   
   "Do to others as you would
   That they should do to you;"
   Then shall we be truly good.
   And life's regrets be few!
   
   
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4. Friendship
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   The friendship of the good and true
   Is more to me than gold,
   And, while I welcome one that's new,
   I'll treasure well the old;
   Old friends are like the goodly tree
   Whose leafy branches throw
   A grateful shelter over me
   When adverse winds may blow!
   
   
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5. The Star Of Love
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Is Love a star?
   Yes, 'tis a star
   Of heav'nly magnitude afar;
   In darkest night
   The purest light,
   No baneful doubt should ever mar.
   
   It is a star -
   The Polar star -
   That guides the sailor on the sea,
   Where'er he roam,
   To love and home,
   Across- the boundless ocean free.
   
   Storms may arise
   In life's pure skies,
   And gathering clouds bedim our day;
   But Love's bright eye.
   Like star in sky.
   Will seek to guide us on our way!
   
   Love reigns supreme.
   An endless theme,
   Love rules the world with gentle hand;
   As captives, we
   Desire to be
   Encircl'd with her golden band!
   
   
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6. A Birthday Wish
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Birthday greetings now I send,
   Full of gladness, love, and joy,
   May this year, my loving friend,
   Bring thee peace without alloy;
   Keep this token as a charm.
   Proof of Friendship ever dear,
   Fain would I shield thee from harm
   All this happy golden year!
   
   
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7. The Dead-Beat
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Let's beware of "the man" who scorns to work,
   Yet dare not refrain from eating!
   In the core of his heart doth meanness lurk,
   In spite of his bland, fair greeting!
   
   He may talk and look like "a gentleman,"
   And dress in the height of fashion;
   He'll "run on credit " wherever he can,
   If "dunn'd " - gets into a passion!
   
   He will oft-times talk of religion, too.
   And pray with seeming devotion;
   He may go to church, yet pay for a pew -
   Of that he ne'er had a notion!
   
   He carries his head like an English lord.
   Though he sometimes tastes of hunger!
   He will eat at the widow's frugal board.
   And "skip" when she "trusts" no longer!
   
   His heart is devoid of affection dear, -
   He'd live off his poor old mother!
   And will sponge" on his friends both far and near,
   Claiming each one for a brother!
   
   Oh! out on the man with a heart of stone.
   Who knows not the pleasure of giving;
   Who will whimper, and whine, and beg, and groan -
   "That the world owes him a living!"
   
   He who "will not work " should not dare to eat
   The bread of another's earning;
   For rather a thousand times sweep the street,
   Thereby independence learning!




8. The Name Of Jesus
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Sweet name! what cadence in the very sound!
   What heavenly music in the utterance found,
   When whispered in the ear of dying saint,
   Tho' spent with pain, and pulse and heart beat faint;
   Yet, at the name of "Jesus" doth his eyes
   Seek ours in love, and peace, and glad surprise,
   And then forever close in sweet content
   To open them in Heav'n — a life well spent!
   Oh, Jesus! Thine the ever-potent power
   To charm, to heal, to bless, in trial's hour;
   Let all the world Thy name with rev'rence hear.
   And trust Thy pow'r to save; with holy fear
   Approach the footstool of Thy matchless grace.
   And find in Thee their soul's dear resting-place!
   
   
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9. Perseverance
   Poet: John Imrie
   
   Disappointment is not utter failure,
   The "striving" is a measure of success;
   Each wise attempt but makes us stronger grow,
   Till, oft-repeated, stumbling-blocks seem less,
   And finally prove stepping-stones to gain
   The end in view, and our fond hopes attain!
   As drops of water wear the solid rock,
   Or sun's bright ray, in focus, kindle flame,
   So concentrated effort, wisely spent.
   Will yet be crowned with success and with fame!
   If that thy aim be good, then persevere,
   Though success fail thee, this thy heart may cheer:
   No man e'er strove with noble end in view.
   But from the strife came forth more brave and true!
   
   
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10. Patience
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    Patience! thou art a giant in thy strength,
    A miracle of wonder-working power;
    By calm endurance success crowns at length
    As certain as the fruit succeeds the flower!
    Patience - brave heart! 'tis step by step we go
    And reach at last the haven of our hopes!
    'Tis drop by drop - then hidden springs overflow
    And rush in torrents down the mountain slopes!
    'Tis one by one our moments swiftly dy
    To form the deathless history of the past!
    Then patiently pursue thy purpose high
    While genius, hope, and emulation last.
    Patience is true ! - even though defeat
    Seem imminent, yet patience still is sweet!
    
    
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11. One Day At A Time
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    When worry, and care, and toil are ours,
    And the day's weary heights we climb,
    Let's think of the restful evening hours -
    We live but one day at a time!
    
    So let us toil on for those we love,
    To fret and despair is a crime;
    'Twill lessen our load to look above;
    We live but one day at a time!
    
    To labor and toil is man's estate,
    The reward will come - dime by dime;
    Be it ours to bravely work and wait -
    We live but one day at a time.
    
    Then work with a will and sing this lay
    To the tune of the evening's chime, -
    Let canker and care fly swift away!"
    We live but one day at a cime!
    
    And at last, when life's grey shadows fall,
    Ere we pass to the realms sublime,
    We shall hear the Master's welcome call:
    "Thou hast lived well, one day at a time!"




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12. What Shall I Sing?
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    Sing a merry, happy lay,
    Bright as Summer's golden day,
    When the hours fly swift away,
    Oh! sing of these to me!
    
    Sing of birds, and bees, and flowers.
    Sing of Flora's lovely bowers,
    Sing of early childhood's hours.
    Oh! sing of these to me!
    
    Sing the songs that touch the heart,
    Causing tears of joy to start, -
    Sing of friends that never part.
    Oh! sing of these to me!
    
    Wooing like the gentle dove.
    Sing of happiness and love,
    Sing of brighter joys above
    Oh! sing of these to me!
    
    Sing of these, and I shall sing,
    As if borne on angel's wing
    To the presence of the King,
    There evermore to be!
    
    
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13. Is This Life Worth Living?
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    "Is this life worth living " you ask;
    Perhaps not - to those who repine,
    And murmur at life's daily task,
    Commencing each day with a whine!
    
    The cowards who fret at their lot,
    And listlessly pass time away,
    Are not worth the six-by- three plot,"
    Or the shroud that'll wrap their dead clay!
    
    Yes, life is worth living! thank God!
    To those who are honest and true;
    Who smile at misfortune, and plod
    Till success doth crown them anew!
    
    Oh! life is God's blessing to man.
    Though ever so humble our lot;
    Let each do the good that he can, -
    'Tis better to "wear out" than rot!
    
    Then, let not a murmur be heard.
    Let duty encompass each hour;
    Thank God for the life that is spar'd,-
    In labor is honor and power!




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14. Happy Childhood
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    Happy childhood, full of smiles,
    All the livelong day;
    Winsome ways and cunning wiles,
    Ever fond of play.
    
    How our hearts with pleasure beat,
    Feeling young and gay;
    When we see them on the street,
    Sadness flies away!
    
    Care or sorrow hath no part
    In life's early day,
    Thine the light and happy heart,
    Singing merrily!
    
    Like the flowers of early Spring
    O'er the meadows cast,
    Sweetness to our hearts they bring.
    Dear mem'ries of the past.
    
    But the future, who can tell
    What their lot may be?
    God, who doeth all things well.
    Keep them pure and free!



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15. Heavenward
    Poet: John Imrie
    
    There is in man a something that would soar
    Far from this weary world of toil and pain,
    Were he not fondly anchor'd to earth's shore
    By tender ties he dare not overstrain!
    Stronger they grow as years roll on apace,
    Till we would fain make all our Heaven here
    Until arrested by God's saving grace,
    Won by His love, or driven by conscious fear,
    To own the inward monitor that pleads
    The birthright of our soul to higher things
    More suited to immortal wants and needs!
    Then sing we as the rescued captive sings:
    Those love their freedom best who once were bound.
    Earth's pleasures pall when Heavenly joys are found!
    
    
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