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 ...
NOW."Mother of England! why do you weep?""My heart's with the fate of my own dearest sonsFighting for Freedom against modern ...
Night on the plains, and the stars unfoldThe cycle of night in splendour old;The winds are hushed, on the fire-swept ...
You called to me from o'er the restless tide :Within the deepening shades of Death's confines,-Like winds grown free among ...
Reach out thy hands, thy spirit's hands to meAnd pluck the Youth, the magic from my heart-Magic of dreams whose ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories