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 ...
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 ...
'Tis sweet to hold communion With Nature true and wild, And feel the thrill of gladness She breathes upon her child, When close upon ...
An honest man with noble mind, With heart sincere, true, and refined, Who lives for God and all mankind, Who cares for rich ...
Beautiful, beautiful Horicon! Over thy waters so blue, Sunshine and shadow in silence flit on, Painting fresh scenes on the ecstatic view. Blue are ...
I've been charmed by many a picture, That has brought its master renown; I have looked on beautiful valleys From the mountain's lofty ...
Beneath the shade deep in a dell, Where fairy spirits ever dwell,-- Away from haunts of men, A living thing of godlike birth, By ...
When on mountain road I travel, Stained with dust and dirt and gravel, In cool shade I sit me down; Oft I see ...
I sometimes think I love the rose More than all other flowers, Because its fragrance falls on me In copious, dainty showers; And blushing ...
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 ...
Softly the breezes dance o'er the meadows, Wafting the perfume of sweet-scented May; Flecked are the green fields with sunshine and shadows, Telling ...
If aught on earth my soul can fire, 'Tis the deception of a liar Who with soft smoothness of the tongue, Has promises ...
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 sit when the shadows are stealing The light of departing day, And think of the scenes and pleasures I enjoyed in my ...
Tree of our state and emblem of neatness, Beauty and grace abide in thy form; Not in thy blood alone courses a ...
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 ...
A boy is a wonderfully curious thing, Of all creation he deems himself King, Yet give him for pastime a top and ...
One may read from the face at leisure, From the leaf that reflects the soul, The thought, the desire, and the measure That ...
The dear old farm has a sacred charm That extends to farthest bound, Every rock and tree is dear to me, And hallowed ...
Who lives for self alone should be Placed in some lonely, hollow tree, And left to toad and bat and owl-- To creatures ...
Courage and Faith are of heavenly birth, Though sent down to our lowly earth To cheer the heart of man; They are only ...
With lavish hand our God hath spread Beauty and fragrance o'er the land; His smile revives the seeming dead; Nature awakes at His ...
"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 ...
The sky that was blue and sunny, Has changed to a granite gray, The sun that was soft and cheery, Refuses it mellow ...
I would rather dwell with Nature And be her favored child, To love plant, tree, and creature That live in forest wild; And feel ...
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