Our Profession (Jared Barhite Poems)
There's an art in our profession, Which cannot be wholly learned From all books in our possession, Though their leaves be deftly turned Till ...
Jared Barhite Poems on Honor (8 Poems)
The Ogre (Jared Barhite Poems)
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
Liberty (Jared Barhite Poems)
Into the port where Liberty stands Inviting the nations to woo her, Malefactors swarm from foreign lands, Whose tenets would surely undo her. Criminals, ...
Heartstrings (Jared Barhite Poems)
The tiny trembling tendons That twine about the heart, Are chords that yield a music Unknown to vocal art. Though soft the notes are ...
Finis (Jared Barhite Poems)
After our labor is finished, After the struggle is done, A restful surcease awaits us At the setting of life's sun. If when our ...
The Tree Of State (Jared Barhite Poems)
Tree of our state and emblem of neatness, Beauty and grace abide in thy form; Not in thy blood alone courses a ...
A Boy (Jared Barhite Poems)
A boy is a wonderfully curious thing, Of all creation he deems himself King, Yet give him for pastime a top and ...
True Wealth (Jared Barhite Poems)
The smallest type of manhood that lives, (If manhood it may be called,) Is that which knows no power but wealth That is ...