The Melbourne Internationa (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Ceased is the sound of the chisel, and hushed is the hammer's ring,And the echoes that haunted the empty halls ...
Ceased is the sound of the chisel, and hushed is the hammer's ring,And the echoes that haunted the empty halls ...
The sunlight from the sky is swept,But, over Snowdon's summit kept, One brand of cloud yet burns,-By ghostly hands far out ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
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 ...
A little way farther to guide thee I goWhere the footing is firm and the waters are low;Then we part, ...
'Tis a new thing for Australia that the waters to her bearOne who seeks not strength of sunshine, or the ...
A RADIANCE in the midnight sky No white moon gave, nor yellow star;We thought its red glow mounted high Where fire and ...
Belated swallow, whither flying?The day is dead, the light is dying, The night draws near:Where is thy nest, slow put together,Soft-lined ...
Into Thy hands let me fall, 0 Lord,- Not into the hands of men,-And she thinned the ranks of the savage ...
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