He was a strong advocate of Christian Unity, and in 1927 presided the World Conference of Faith and Order, in Lausanne Switzerland, which conference laid the foundations for the World Council of Churches. In 1917, he was elected the Bishop of Western New York. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. What is dying I am standing on the sea shore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. In 1901 he was elected the first Episcopal Bishop of the Philippine Islands. Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore. He later served in the Episcopal Church in parishes in Buffalo and Boston. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and. Other bits of modernist commentary have been added by later copyists … they do not belong to the original poem.Ĭharles Henry Brent was born near Newcastle, Ontario, Canada, and ordained in the Church of England in Toronto in 1887. I Am Standing Upon the Seashore (Henry Van Dyke) I am standing upon the seashore. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her.Īnd just at the moment when someone at my side says, ‘she is gone’ there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout, ‘there she comes.’ She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Parable of Immortality I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her until at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, ‘She is gone’ Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
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