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 Youth (18 Poems)
Needs And Powers (Jared Barhite Poems)
I know of no profession 'Mong profane or divine, Excelling in its mission The power embraced in mine. It reaches earth and heaven Through heart ...
The Desirable Undefined (Jared Barhite Poems)
I have often thought there's a power Unknown to science or art, That opens and closes the portals That lead to the human ...
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 ...
Our Battlefield (Jared Barhite Poems)
There are fields of martial glory Where the slain are ne'er bemoaned; There are victories though silent, Where grim monarchs are dethroned; There are ...
A Lesson From Nature (Jared Barhite Poems)
O who has not felt his gay heart beat with gladness, As forth he has wandered some morning in May? It drives ...
School Days (Jared Barhite Poems)
Can we e'er forget our boyhood, And the days we spent at school, With the jolly youths and maidens Who with pencil for ...
Poundridge, N. Y. (Jared Barhite Poems)
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere, Has charms for me more sacred, dear, Than those of old Poundridge; I love her hills, her ...
The Teacher’s Soliloquy (Jared Barhite Poems)
And so another week has gone, And I once more am left alone Within my silent room; My mind is worn by fervent ...
My Room In Boyhood’s Days (Jared Barhite Poems)
After forty years. Sacred these walls wherein I find Myself inclosed once more; Here in youth's pride my ardent mind On nightly tasks would ...
The Stream’s Story (Jared Barhite Poems)
I sat me down in a forest old, Beside a low murmuring stream; I lent my ear to the tale it told, For ...
An Open Book (Jared Barhite Poems)
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
The Evening Before My Brother’s Fifty-Third Birthday (Jared Barhite Poems)
Dear Brother, how the time speeds on And leaves its trace upon our forms; The days of sunny youth are gone And age ...
Tim (Jared Barhite Poems)
We remember well when a schoolboy, When pliant in mind and limb, We had for a boon companion, A bright youth whose name ...
Lies (Jared Barhite Poems)
If aught on earth my soul can fire, 'Tis the deception of a liar Who with soft smoothness of the tongue, Has promises ...
Memory And Reason (Jared Barhite Poems)
Who stores the mind with richest truth Gathered from sages of all lands, May toil through days of sunny youth, And on till ...
Incompetence (Jared Barhite Poems)
Sometimes our soul within us burns To see dark Ignorance aspire To move toward light a mind that yearns For knowledge that may ...
Alone (Jared Barhite Poems)
Alone! God saw His creature man, Deprived of great felicity, And changed the order of His plan That earth in harmony might be With ...