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 Thought & Thinking (19 Poems)
Needs And Powers (Jared Barhite Poems)
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 ...
My Choice (Jared Barhite Poems)
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
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 ...
Important Moments (Jared Barhite Poems)
There are times when the fate of nations May hang on a moment's call; When spheres in their mute rotations May swing on ...
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 ...
My Room In Boyhood’s Days (Jared Barhite Poems)
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 ...
Fact Versus Form (Jared Barhite Poems)
As shadows are to material forms, As mists to the copious shower As dead calms are to tornado storms That in tropical region ...
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 ...
Sunset (Jared Barhite Poems)
Softly the tints of expiring day Tinge th' vaults of Hesperian heaven, Leaving a trace of the sun's mellow ray To escort the ...
Memory (Jared Barhite Poems)
Earthly scenes are worth preserving, Bitter though they sometimes be; Who would wish to sink in Lethe All the fruits of Memory? None could ...
An Open Book (Jared Barhite Poems)
How strange are the stories we sometimes read In faces we meet by the way, They unconsciously tell of motive or deed That ...
The Second Sunday In May (Jared Barhite Poems)
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 ...
Memory And Reason (Jared Barhite Poems)
Who stores the mind with richest truth Gathered from sages of all lands, May toil through days of sunny youth, And on till ...
The Unwritten Letter (Jared Barhite Poems)
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 ...
Faces We Read (Jared Barhite Poems)
One may read from the face at leisure, From the leaf that reflects the soul, The thought, the desire, and the measure That ...
The Goldenrod (Jared Barhite Poems)
When August sunset's yellow blaze Streams out o'er meadow, field and lawn, It seeks some shrine wherein its rays May linger till returning ...
The Requirements Of The Hour (Jared Barhite Poems)
It is hard to tell at the dawn of day What the sunset shades may bring, The plans we make may be ...
Mirrors (Jared Barhite Poems)
Some persons in mind are but mirrors Reflecting what others have thought, That make no original errors, They are only able to quote. You ...