The Sangamon River (Hattie Howard Poems)
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
Hattie Howard Poems on Angels (7 Poems)
One of the Least of These (Hattie Howard Poems)
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
Christmas At Church (Hattie Howard Poems)
'Twas drawing near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be ...
Snowflakes (Hattie Howard Poems)
Of specious weight like tissue freight The snowflakes are--in sparkle pure As the rich _parure_ A lovely queen were proud to wear; As volatile, ...
Rutha (Hattie Howard Poems)
The days are long and lonely, The weary eve comes on, And the nights are filled with dreaming Of one beloved and gone. I ...
Of Her Who Died (Hattie Howard Poems)
We look up to the stars tonight, Idolatrous of them, And dream that Heaven is in sight, And each a ray of purest ...
Christmas-Tide (Hattie Howard Poems)
Let working-clothes be laid aside, And Industry in festal garb arrayed; Let busy brain and hand from toil and trade Relax at Christmas-tide. As ...