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 Liberty & Freedom (7 Poems)
My Choice (Jared Barhite Poems)
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
Liberty (Jared Barhite Poems)
Into the port where Liberty stands Inviting the nations to woo her, Malefactors swarm from foreign lands, Whose tenets would surely undo her. Criminals, ...
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 Voice (Jared Barhite Poems)
To me comes a voice that none other Hath power to hear or to know, Its cadence so sweet and consoling Is a ...
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 ...
Our Politics (Jared Barhite Poems)
"Purification of politics Is an iridescent dream," Is the Ingalls way of saying that Corruption's power's supreme. Have the people lost their honesty, Has the ...