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, ...
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
O who has not felt his gay heart beat with gladness, As forth he has wandered some morning in May? It drives ...
I have scanned the roll of teachers, Have noted the Aarons and Hurs Who have stayed education's Moses, And removed the cumbrous bars That ...
Love is a sort of cannibal And lives upon its kind, It dares all dangers, fears no foes And to the world is ...
I know not what the future May have in store for me, I only know that God is God And He may trusted ...
And so another week has gone, And I once more am left alone Within my silent room; My mind is worn by fervent ...
Oh, give me some heart of a kindred spirit That smiles when I smile, or that weeps when I weep, Whose solace ...
Let melancholy mortals grieve And tell their tale of sorrow, Their gloomy spirits to relieve, But all returns to-morrow; For all the while they ...
How softly, how still, are we drifting away, On the wide Sea of Life as it beckons us on, Though the sunshine ...
As shadows are to material forms, As mists to the copious shower As dead calms are to tornado storms That in tropical region ...
When wearisome task is finished And flesh with fatigue is oppressed, When muscles are tired and languid And sinews are sorely distressed, No balm ...
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
Success knows no diminution, For failure hovers so near, That with trace of slight dilution, Success must cease to appear. We look in vain ...
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 ...
Died Jan. 4th, 1893, aged 11 years. Darling of my bosom, Pride of my loving heart, Hopes were sorely shattered When I saw your ...
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