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Promise Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Promise by Lillian Adele Tourtillotte
  2. The Poets of Maine
  3. Promise by Georgia Douglas Johnson
  4. Bronze
  5. Promise by Paul Laurence Dunbar
  6. Majors and Minors
  7. The Promise of Bread by C. L. Edson
  8. Prayer and Promise by E. F. Hayward
  9. Poems from the North Woods
  10. Comforting Promises by Elizabeth Hedge Webster
  11. My Promise by Amos Russel Wells
  12. The Promise by Helen M. Johnson

  1. Promise

    by Lillian Adele Tourtillotte

    There's always sunshine after rain,
    Though shadows gather dark and fast
    Across our lives, and hope seems past,
    We know the sun will shine again.

    Though wrapped in sorrow's darkest night,
    More beautiful will be the day,
    When all the clouds have fled away,
    And teardrops turn to jewels bright.

    The dove of peace shall calmly rest
    Beneath the rainbow's glorious light.
    All fled the shadows of the night,
    And this fair day shall be most blest.

  2. Promise

    by Georgia Douglas Johnson

    Through the moil and the gloom they have issued
    To the steps of the upwinding hill,
    Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow
    In their preluding rhapsodies trill.

    With a thud comes a stir in the bosom,
    As there steals on the sight from afar,
    Through a break of a cloud's coiling shadow
    The gleam of a bright morning star!

  3. Promise

    by Paul Laurence Dunbar

    I grew a rose within a garden fair
    And tending it, with more than loving care,
    I thought how, with the glory of its bloom,
    I should the darkness of my life illume;
    And watching, ever smiled to see the lusty bud,
    Drink freely in the summer sun to tinct its blood.

    My rose began to open, and its hue
    Was sweet to me as to it, sun and dew;
    I watched it taking on its ruddy flame
    Until the day of perfect blooming came,
    Then, hasted I with smiles, to find it blushing red—
    Too late! Some thoughtless child had plucked my rose and fled!

  4. The Promise of Bread

    by C. L. Edson

    Out on the frozen uplands, underneath the snow and sleet,
    In the bosom of the plowland sleeps the Promise of the Wheat;
    With the ice for head-and-footstone, and a snowy shroud outspread
    In the frost-locked tomb of winter sleeps the Miracle of Bread.
    With its hundred thousand reapers and its hundred thousand men,
    And the click of guard and sickle and the flails that turn again, And drover's shout, and snap of whips and creak of horses' tugs,
    And a thin red line o' gingham girls that carry water jugs;
    And yellow stalks and dagger beards that stab thro' cotton clothes,
    And farmer boys a-shocking wheat in long and crooked rows,
    And dust-veiled men on mountain stacks, whose pitchforks flash and gleam;
    And threshing engines shrieking songs in syllables of steam,
    And elevators painted red that lift their giant arms
    And beckon to the Harvest God above the brooding farms,
    And loaded trains that hasten forth, a hungry world to fill—
    All sleeping just beneath the snow, out yonder on the hill.

  5. Prayer and Promise

    by E. F. Hayward

    If we should get the things for which we've prayed,
    The things we thought we could not live without,
    And had to keep all promises we've made,
    Believing we'd make good, without a doubt,

    A world of trouble we'd be in today;
    We'd have our life and liberty at stake;
    If we'd get all the things for which we pray,
    And fulfill every promise that we make.

    We pray, each day, for things which we deem best;
    The things we feel would bring us perfect bliss;
    And tomorrow, would earnestly request
    Some blessing, just the opposite to this.

    We promise everything within our power.
    We make new pledges, almost every day;
    If we'd make good, we'd scarcely find an hour
    In which to make new pledges, or to pray.

  6. Comforting Promises

    by Elizabeth Hedge Webster

    In the furnace I am by thee;
    Guarding with a watchful eye,
    That its heat may not destroy thee;
    Only cleanse and purify.
    Fondest love for thee I cherish
    Seekers of a heavenly prize
    Let the fallen nature perish;
    While its flames about you rise.

    In the darksome lonely valley,
    Still beside thee I will walk;
    In my arms of love I'll bear thee,
    Till thou'rt landed on the Rock;
    Thou shalt know it is thy Saviour
    Thus doth lead thee on thy way;
    With a love that's like no other,
    Holy, constant, pure as day.

  7. My Promise

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Since I have promised, I am more than one;
    My promise is a portion of my soul,
    A loved or hated yet authentic son;
    And I without his wholeness am not whole.

    If I deny him, I deny my own;
    If I neglect him, I myself am wronged;
    When I walk forth, no more am I alone,
    And his is all that once to me belonged.

    In his dishonor, what is my disgrace!
    And in his glory, how am I renowned!
    Ah, when the King shall bow and kiss his face,
    May I with him be honored, kissed, and crowned!

  8. The Promise

    by Helen M. Johnson

    "In early life I'm called to part
    With all I hold so dear;
    Strong tendrils bind my yearning heart,
    But cannot keep me here.

    "I am resigned; yet tears will fall,
    Sad thoughts steal over me;
    And dost thou know that with them all
    Are mingling thoughts of thee?

    "We have been friends in hopes and fears
    In joys and griefs the same—
    Since first we learned in childhood's years
    To lisp each other's name.

    "In quiet grove, in lonely dell,
    In meadows green and fair,
    Beside the stream we loved so well,
    If one then both were there.

    "Together we our plans have laid
    With hopeful brow and heart,—
    When roving 'neath the summer shade,
    But never thought to part.

    "The spring will come, the trees will wave
    As when we saw them last,
    But thou wilt linger by my grave,
    And muse upon the past.

    "Beyond the portals of the tomb
    I look with joyful eye:
    A glorious light dispels the gloom,
    'Tis not so hard to die.

    "There is a home of rest divine—
    A home prepared for me;
    But hours of darkness will be thine,
    For this I cling to thee.

    "Hark! 'tis the angel choirs above;
    I've but one earthly care,—
    Oh, promise me by all our love
    That thou wilt meet me there."

    That earnest look—I see it still,
    That voice—I hear it yet;
    And death this aching heart shall chill
    Before it can forget.

    The flowers have faded one by one,
    The summer birds are flown,
    And 'neath a cold autumnal sun
    I wander forth alone.

    The yellow leaves are falling fast
    Along the river side,—
    I watch them borne upon the blast,
    And on the swelling tide.

    I think how all things earthly fade,
    Then wipe the tears that flow,
    As memory brings the promise made
    So many years ago.

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