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 Past (10 Poems)
The Five Senses (Jared Barhite Poems)
THE EYE. Some eyes are trained to scan large field Till instantaneous glance may yield A knowledge full and plenty; While others keep a ...
Poundridge, N. Y. (Jared Barhite Poems)
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere, Has charms for me more sacred, dear, Than those of old Poundridge; I love her hills, her ...
The Future (Jared Barhite Poems)
I know not what the future May have in store for me, I only know that God is God And He may trusted ...
Lake George, N. Y. (Jared Barhite Poems)
Beautiful, beautiful Horicon! Over thy waters so blue, Sunshine and shadow in silence flit on, Painting fresh scenes on the ecstatic view. Blue are ...
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 ...
All Things Are Second-Handed (Jared Barhite Poems)
"There's no new thing under the sun," Said the ancient priest and preacher; What seems now new is only done To quicken some ...
My Mother’s Love (Jared Barhite Poems)
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
Retrospection (Jared Barhite Poems)
I sit when the shadows are stealing The light of departing day, And think of the scenes and pleasures I enjoyed in my ...
A Beacon Light (Jared Barhite Poems)
Adown the vistas of the past I cast my memory's eye, And see bright scenes receding fast,-- Some hopes in ruins lie; Yet still ...