Anglicans From Canada

"O mighty Soul of England, rise in splendour Out of the wrack and turmoil of the night, And as of old, compassionate and tender, Uphold the cause of justice and of right."

"So often have I met death face to face, His eyes now wear the welcome of a friend's."

"Clay was I; the potter Thou With Thy thumb-nail smooth'dst my brow, Rolltdst the spittle-moistened sands Into limbs between Thy hands. [...] Strong Thou mad'st me, till at length All my weakness was my strength; Tortured am I, blind and wrecked, For a faulty architect."

"Give me splendour in my death — Not this sickening dungeon breath, Creeping down my blood like slime, Till it wastes me in my prime.Give me back for one blind hour, Half my former rage and power, And some giant crisis send, Meet to prove a hero's end."

"Right hath the sweeter grace, But Wrong the prettier face."

"Sweet house of God, sweet earth, so full of pleasure, I enter at thy gates in storm or calm; And every sunbeam is a joy or pleasure, And every cloud a solace and a balm."

"It sleeps among the thousand hills Where no man ever trod, And only nature's music fills The silences of God."

"The pulse of our life is in tune with the rhythm of forces that beat In the surf of the farthest star's sea, and are spent and regathered to spend."

"The immortal spirit hath no bars To circumscribe its dwelling-place; My soul hath pastured with the stars Upon the meadow-lands of space."

"In lonely gorge and over hill and plain, I sowed the giant forests of the world; The great earth like a human heart in pain Has quivered with the meteors I have hurled."

"One doom waits all — art, speech, law, gods, and men, Forests and mountains, stars and shining sun, — The hand that made them shall unmake again, I curse them and they wither one by one.Waste altars, tombs, dead cities where men trod, Shall roll through space upon the darkened globe, Till I myself be overthrown, and God Cast off creation like an outworn robe."

"Oh, linger, little river! Your banks are all so fair, Each morning is a hymn of praise, Each evening is a prayer. All day the sunbeams glitter On your shallows and your bars, And at night the dear God stills you With the music of the stars."

"Something in my inmost thinking Tells me I am one with you, For a subtle bond is linking Nature's offspring through and through."

"They saw the stars in heaven hung, They saw the great Sea's birth, They know the ancient pain that wrung The entrails of the Earth."

"Ah God, what thunders shook these crags of yore, What smoke of battle rolled about this place, What strife of worlds in pregnant agony! Now all is hushed, yet here, in dreams, once more We catch the echoes, ringing back from space, Of God’s strokes forging human history."

"for me will be five hundred years of catching trains and two thousand years of remembering names."

"The great world's heart is aching, aching fiercely in the night, And God alone can heal it, and God alone give light; And the men to bear that message, and to speak the living word, Are you and I, my brothers, and the millions that have heard."

"Like some grey warder who, with mien sedate And smile of welcome, greets the throngs who pour Between the portals of a wide-thrown door, stands guardian at our water gate, And watches from her battlemented state The great ships passing with their living store Of human myriads coming to our shore, Expectant, joyous, resolute, elate."

"Growing to full manhood now, With the care-lines on our brow, We, the youngest of the nations, With no childish lamentations, Weep, as only strong men weep, For the noble hearts that sleep, Pillowed where they fought and bled, The loved and lost, our glorious dead."

"I saw Time in his workshop carving faces; Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs, Sharp cares that cut out deeply in reliefs Of light and shade: sorrows that smooth the traces Of what were smiles."

"'Is Sin, then, fair?' Nay, love, come now, Put back the hair From his sunny brow; See, here, blood-red Across his head A brand is set, The word — 'Regret.'"

"'How slayeth Sin?' First, God is hid, And the heart within By its own self chid; Then the maddened brain Is scourged by pain To sin as before And more and more, For evermore."

"'Oh, curses on you hand and head, Like the rains in this wild weather The guilt of blood is swift and dread, Your sister's face is cold and dead, Ye may not part whom God would wed And love hath knit together.'"

"Modern technology is not simply an extension of human making through the power of a perfected science, but is a new account of what it is to know and to make in which both activities are changed by their co-penetration."

"Modern human beings since their beginnings have been moved by the faith that the mastery of nature would lead to the overcoming of hunger and labour, disease and war on so widespread a scale that at last we could build the world-wide society of free and equal people. One must never think about technological destiny without looking squarely at the justice in those hopes. Let none of us who live in the well-cushioned west speak with an aesthetic tiredness about our 'worldliness'."

"When we represent technology to ourselves through its own common sense we think of ourselves as picking and choosing in a supermarket, rather than within the analogy of the package deal. We have bought a package deal of far more fundamental novelness than simply a set of instruments under our control. It is a destiny which enfolds us in its own conceptions of instrumentality, neutrality and purposiveness."

"There is a pressing need to understand our technological destiny from principles more comprehensive than its own. This need lifts us up to ask about the great western experiment in a more than piecemeal way. It pushes us to try to understand its meaning in terms of some openness to the whole which is not simply sustenance for the further realisation of that experiment. But the exigency of our need for understanding must not blind us to the tightening circle in which we find ourselves. We are called to understand technological civilisation just when its very realisation has radically put in question the possibility that there could be any such understanding."

"The decline in natural-gas revenues has been dramatic and the degree to which we are dependent on oil revenues, it is time for us to consider an increase in corporate and personal tax."

"Excerpt from the poem "W.L.M.K.""

"Bishops are not intercontinental ballistic missiles, manufactured on one continent and fired into another as an act of aggression. The recent irregular ordination in Singapore is, in my opinion, an open and premeditated assault on Anglican tradition, catholic order and Christian charity. I ask for the prayers of the whole church for the Primates' Meeting that it may contribute to deeper comprehension, mutual trust, and godly quietness among its members and throughout the Communion."

"I was to see myself as God's Self-Expression working with others who were also His Self-Expression to the same extent as I. It was in the fact of our uniting together to produce His Self-Expression that I was to look for my security. No one could effectively work against me while I was consciously trying to work with God. Moreover, it was probable that no one was working against me, or had any intention of working against me, but that my own point of view being wrong I had put the harmonious action of my life out of order. Suspicion always being likely to see what it suspects the chances were many that I was creating the very thing I suffered from. This does not mean that in our effort to reproduce harmonious action we should shut our eyes to what is evidently wrong, or blandly ignore what is plainly being done to our disadvantage. Of course not! One uses all the common-sense methods of getting justice for oneself and protecting one's own interests. But it does mean that when I can no longer protect my own interests, when my affairs depend upon others far more than on myself — a condition in which we all occasionally find ourselves — I am not to fret myself, not to churn my spirit into nameless fears. I am not a free agent. Those with whom I am associated are not free agents. God is the one supreme command. He expresses Himself through me; He expresses Himself through them; we all."

"My small experience in the conquest of fear can be condensed into these four words: Calmly resting! quiet trust! That amid the turmoil of the time and the feverishness of our days it is always easy I do not pretend. Still less do I pretend that I accomplish it. I have said, a few lines above, that I tried. Trying is as far as I have gone; but even trying is productive of wonderful results."

"Go at it boldly, and you'll find unexpected forces closing round you and coming to your aid."

"During the election, Prime Minister Harper ended some of his speeches with the words “God bless Canada.” Indeed, the prophet Isaiah says that God blesses you when you “share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house” (Isaiah 58.7). We urge the Prime Minister to spend tax dollars now in a way that will bring the homeless poor into their own house, and allow them the dignity of sharing their bread with others."

"People from all sectors of society, including business, government and community must all work together to reduce poverty at its source, by ensuring that all have access to fairly paid work, to decent public services, and to income support in times of need."

"He hoped that Britain and Canada would have "a healthy and cordial alliance. Instead of looking upon us as a merely dependent colony, England will have in us a friendly nation, a subordinate but still a powerful people to stand by her in North America in peace or in war.""

"As for myself, my course is clear. A British subject I was born — a British subject I will die. With my utmost effort, with my latest breath, will I oppose the ‘veiled treason’ which attempts by sordid means and mercenary proffers to lure our people from their allegiance."

"Let us be English or let us be French, but above all let us be Canadians"

"Yes, but the people would prefer John A. drunk to George Brown sober."

"the Aryan races will not wholesomely amalgamate with the Africans or the Asiatics .. the cross of those races, like the cross of the dog and the fox, is not successful; it cannot be, and never will be."