Old Man Travelling

The little hedge-row birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought — He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet:…

The Our Father

  Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by they name: Thy Kingdom come: They will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our supersubstantial bread: and forgive us our trespasses  as we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation: but deliver us from…