Poems by Fay Inchfawn

I know it all . . . I know.

There I halted. Further down the hollow

(PSALM CXVI.)

Quick through the gates of Fairyland

Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,

GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS KING. (It seems

I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,

If only dinner cooked itself,

Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,

In Dorset Dear they're making hay

In Somerset they guide the plough

Sometimes, when everything goes wrong:

His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rain

When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing!

"The Fairies must have come," I said,

Oh, the garden ways are lonely!

"I'm going to gran'ma's for a bit

Silent was I, and so still,

Summer met me in the glade,

"Owd John's got past his work," said they,

Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made.

Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ- mas, and to-night

There's a rustle in the woodlands, and a sighing in the breeze,

"In my father's house!" The words

Across the town the evening bell is ringing;

See, I am cumbered, Lord,

Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know

One yestereve, in the waning light,

In her last hour of life the tree

Some day of days! Some dawning yet to be

I've had a naughty day to-day.

"I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air, but I hit hard and straight at my own body." -- 1 Cor. ix. 26 (WEYMOUTH'S Translation).

"Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, that turneth aside to tarry for a night?" -- Jer. xiv. 8.

The shopping had been tedious, and the rain

Across the land came a magic word

The Master of the Garden said;

Into the world you came, and I was dumb,

You call authority "a grievous thing."

Now from the dust of half-forgotten things,

I would that you should know,

"I beseech Euodias, and beseech Syntyche, that they be of the same mind in the Lord" -- Phil. iv. 2,

When Baby strayed, it seemed to me,

"When He comes!

First, there's the entrance, narrow, and so small,