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 ...
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 ...
I have often thought there's a power Unknown to science or art, That opens and closes the portals That lead to the human ...
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
O who has not felt his gay heart beat with gladness, As forth he has wandered some morning in May? It drives ...
Into the port where Liberty stands Inviting the nations to woo her, Malefactors swarm from foreign lands, Whose tenets would surely undo her. Criminals, ...
There are times when the fate of nations May hang on a moment's call; When spheres in their mute rotations May swing on ...
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 ...
A solitary bird was seen by the writer, making its toilsome flightagainst a strong storm-wind. The peculiar undulating flight, thegathering ...
As shadows are to material forms, As mists to the copious shower As dead calms are to tornado storms That in tropical region ...
Softly the tints of expiring day Tinge th' vaults of Hesperian heaven, Leaving a trace of the sun's mellow ray To escort the ...
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 ...
A duty done is victory won, E'en though in the doing, Efforts may fail to bring avail In lines we are pursuing. Nothing is ...
We remember well when a schoolboy, When pliant in mind and limb, We had for a boon companion, A bright youth whose name ...
I sit when the shadows are stealing The light of departing day, And think of the scenes and pleasures I enjoyed in my ...
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 ...
How strangely dark are the vapors That sometimes obscure the way, Ere the light of truth advances To the noon of a perfect ...
Fifty-eight to-day, fifty-eight to-day! How years of your life have sped away, And left in the brown of the dying year A quiet ...
Soul speaks to soul, eye speaks to eye, And mind by mind is read; The heart bounds in sweet ecstasy Whene'er a light ...
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