The Wayside Cross (John William Streets Poems)
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
I hear thy voice in the lonely pinesWhen the winds arise in their unknown lair;In the rush of waves in ...
I: VISIONCharmed with the ceaseless music of the brook-Babbling with hope and with Youth's deathless song;Full with the joys of ...
Showers of shrapnel, scream of deadly shells;And broken lie the belfry's prayerful bellsAmid the silent, ruined cloisters, whereLonely, mute on ...
He died for love of race: because the bloodOf Northern freeman swell'd his veins: aroseTrue to tradition that like mountain ...
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