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 Art (22 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Difference (Jared Barhite Poems)
I have scanned the roll of teachers, Have noted the Aarons and Hurs Who have stayed education's Moses, And removed the cumbrous bars That ...
Some Characters I Can’t Admire (Jared Barhite Poems)
The seeming saint with long drawn face, Who thinks that he has so much grace He should be throned on highest place To ...
Music (Jared Barhite Poems)
When musical chords are tensioned To sentiments they should express, And touched by a master artist Whose deft hand gives the proper stress, The ...
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 ...
Twilight Hour (Jared Barhite Poems)
I love to spend the twilight hour When stars their radiance o'er me cast, With that benign mysterious power Which calls up mem'ries ...
Sunset (Jared Barhite Poems)
Softly the tints of expiring day Tinge th' vaults of Hesperian heaven, Leaving a trace of the sun's mellow ray To escort the ...
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 ...
Evil Habits (Jared Barhite Poems)
How habit grows no one e'er knows, And yet he is a giant That has a will and subtle skill That never yet ...
Discontent (Jared Barhite Poems)
Let quiet people talk of peace-- Contentment of the mind, But he who lives at perfect ease Can never bless mankind. If each no ...
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 ...
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 ...
Amityville (Jared Barhite Poems)
"I was a stranger and ye took me in, Hungry and ye fed me," No place for me at Newpoint Inn, So home ...
The Unwritten Letter (Jared Barhite Poems)
On receiving sprigs of Forget-me-not and Lilly-of-the-Valley inenvelope, through mail, with no note or name inclosed. In form it was a ...
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 ...
Artist Nature (Jared Barhite Poems)
When Aurora springs from her couch of clouds And opens the gate of a perfect day, And her brother Sol in his ...
The Fringed Gentian (Jared Barhite Poems)
I remember well, in my boyhood's romp, The beautiful flower that grew near the swamp, With its spiral screw Of cerulean hue, While on ...