The Antiquarian (Hattie Howard Poems)
Millions have been and passed from view Benignity who never knew; No aspiration theirs, nor aim; Existence soulless as the clay From whence they ...
Hattie Howard Poems on Blessings (5 Poems)
Thanksgiving (Hattie Howard Poems)
Nature, erewhile so marvelously lovely, is bereft Of her supernal charm; And with the few dead garlands of departed splendor left, Like crape ...
Receiving Sight (Hattie Howard Poems)
In hours of meditation fraught With mem'ries of departed days, Comes oft a tender, loving thought Of one who shared our youthful plays. In ...
Apple Blossoms (Hattie Howard Poems)
Of all the lovely blossoms That decorate the trees, And shower down their petals With every breath of breeze, There is nothing so sweet ...
Is It April? (Hattie Howard Poems)
No, this is January, dear, The almanac's untrue; For roaring Boreas, 'tis clear, In sleet and snow and atmosphere, Will be the monarch of ...