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 ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
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 ...
His silent spirit from the place Slid forth unseen; amid the throngOf those whose love outlived disgrace,- Whose fealty to the last ...
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