Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOY DAY, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Not dreams, not fairy tales, but deeds Last Line: Of what shall be the paradise. Subject(s): Children; Christmas; Toys; Childhood; Nativity, The | ||||||||
NOT dreams, not fairy tales, but deeds These are the things the sad world needs, The deeds whose kindness stirs the mart And binds the wounds of the city's heart, The deeds whose mighty virtue can Bring us together, man to man, Wipe out old wrongs, uplift all men, And bring Christ's kingdom back again. I hold that such were done to-day Here in the city's clanging way, By those who went from door to door Where dwell the children of the poor, And left with them their Christmas toys For all those countless girls and boys Whose lives are pitiful because They have no bounteous Santa Claus. Oh! age by age we more slowly climb The hill-stairs of the better time For, year by year our greed grows less Man really hates his selfishness, Though struggling oft in vain, he wins A conquest sometimes over sins, And on those days the visions rise Of what shall be the Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIFFERENT VIEWS; A CHRISMAS DUET by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY AN UNMERRY CHRISTMAS by AMBROSE BIERCE CHRISTMAS IN CHINATOWN by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ISAIAH'S COAL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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