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 ...
A silent force marks out the course Of every man and woman, No matter what may be the lot Of creatures that are ...
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years ...
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