To The Virgin Mary (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
Mary Hannay Foott Poems on Angels (6 Poems)
The Magi To The Star (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
I. THANKSGIVING.Star, on thy Heaven-returning way, Our message of thanksgiving bear;To Him who answered with thy ray The priestless Gentiles' trembling prayer.When ...
Sonnets (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
I. CHRISTMAS DAY.O happy day, with seven-fold blessings setAmid thy hallowed hours-the memories dearOf childhood's holidays-and household cheer,When friends and ...
For Charles Dickens (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Above our dear Romancer's dust Grief takes the place of praise,Because of sudden cypress thrust Amid the old-earned bays.Ah! when shall such ...
Up North (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Into Thy hands let me fall, 0 Lord,- Not into the hands of men,-And she thinned the ranks of the savage ...
Sonnets – I – Christmas Day (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
O happy day, with seven-fold blessings setAmid thy hallowed hours, the memories dearOf childhood's holidays, and household cheer,When friends and ...