Fidelity (Jared Barhite Poems)
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
When the infant world in its swaddling band Of mist and cloud and storm, Assumed its forms of sea and land, And the ...
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 ...
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 EYE. Some eyes are trained to scan large field Till instantaneous glance may yield A knowledge full and plenty; While others keep a ...
'Tis sweet to hold communion With Nature true and wild, And feel the thrill of gladness She breathes upon her child, When close upon ...
As shadows are to material forms, As mists to the copious shower As dead calms are to tornado storms That in tropical region ...
An alarm is sounding through the land That tells of a stronger foe Than that which marched on Lexington, To strike a fatal ...
I sometimes think I love the rose More than all other flowers, Because its fragrance falls on me In copious, dainty showers; And blushing ...
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
Buttercups and daisies,-- Bright children of the lawn-- To the fields are nodding In the winds of June. Such beauty of the meadows Gives a ...
Low and soft and plaintive, Now distant and now near, Is the voice of Robin Redbreast, That in the tree I hear. Sometimes 'tis ...
I sat by the farm-house window When the winter's sun was low, And looked on the clear horizon O'er fields white-crested with snow. A ...
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 ...
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