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Finis Finis

Finis
After our labor is finished, After the struggle is done, A restful surcease awaits us At the setting of life's sun. If when our toil seemed the sorest The heart refused to retreat From a grand and noble purpose, Till the vic'try was complete, Then shall joyous crown await us, Resplendent with jewels rare, And a radiance of honor... Poems - Post by : kongu - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1427

Fidelity Fidelity

Fidelity
A Legend of Trinity Lake, Poundridge, N. Y.Read at a Farmers' Picnic, Trinity Lake, Sept. 1, 1891. The Rippowams were a tribe of Indians living along the Sound near Stamford and Norwalk, Ct., and extended their territory for some miles northward. The Kitchewonks were a tribe living on the Hudson, near Sing Sing and Peekskill, N. Y., and found their way eastward. In the early days of the Indian occupation of these lands the Rippowams followed up the stream running from the three lakes--Round Pond, Middle Pond, and Lower Pond--while the Kitchewonks followed that branch of the Croton which finds its... Poems - Post by : jcv101146 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1046

Pious Pie Poem Puns Pious Pie Poem Puns

Pious Pie Poem Puns
Dedicated to my Ex-Pier. One pious afternoon in June When pyronomics held full sway, My pilot, fancy, led me on To seek new fields, piebald and gay. The pianet rested in shade, The lark, piano-voiced, sang not, But pining for some genial maid To pioneer me to a spot, Where pine or oak might shield from heat, My thoughts turned piously... Poems - Post by : Spider - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1494

True Wealth True Wealth

True Wealth
The smallest type of manhood that lives, (If manhood it may be called,) Is that which knows no power but wealth That is measured in stocks and gold; It looks in disdain on a working man Who declines to bend his knee, Though in honor's scales he may outweigh The scorner, in great degree. There's a wealth that far surpasses all The houses and... Poems - Post by : sieglerm - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1519

Amityville Amityville

Amityville
The writer applying for a room at Newpoint Inn, Amityville, Long Island, was informed that the house was full. Some friends, stopping near, kindly invited him to go with them. He accepted. After his departure he sent the following:"I was a stranger and ye took me in, Hungry and ye fed me," No place for me at Newpoint Inn, So home you kindly led me. Some say the world is cold and sour, Devoid of fellow-feeling,... Poems - Post by : knight - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1896

Faces We Read Faces We Read

Faces We Read
One may read from the face at leisure, From the leaf that reflects the soul, The thought, the desire, and the measure That imprint on the facial scroll The innermost mind and its actions, The heart with its strongest desires, The passions, impulses, and factions Which animate clay oft inspires. Ev'ry line of th' face has a father Whose hand has engraven it there,... Poems - Post by : jvlady - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 2080

All Things Are Second-handed All Things Are Second-handed

All Things Are Second-handed
On being asked to write an original poem. "There's no new thing under the sun," Said the ancient priest and preacher; What seems now new is only done To quicken some old feature That lies effete, or badly worn, And lacks its pristine rigor, That needs an energizing touch To give it life and vigor. The sun that shines on us to-day,... Poems - Post by : scott5015 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 3199

The Unwritten Letter The Unwritten Letter

The Unwritten Letter
On receiving sprigs of Forget-me-not and Lilly-of-the-Valley in envelope, through mail, with no note or name inclosed. In form it was a letter, Unique in its every part, The expression could not be better, For it touched my inmost heart. No pen had marred its beauty, No ink had traced a line, It did its silent duty Like a messenger divine. Upon its page was written... Poems - Post by : banditina - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 2833

Poundridge, N. Y. Poundridge, N. Y.

Poundridge, N. Y.
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere, Has charms for me more sacred, dear, Than those of old Poundridge; I love her hills, her lakes, her streams, Her rural haunts Nature teems With joys naught can abridge. Her dew-bespangled meadows shine With gems of radiance so divine, When touched by matin sun, That myriad pendant drops of dew, Lend to the mead a brilliant hue... Poems - Post by : MargaretD - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 2594

Nature's Voice Nature's Voice

Nature's Voice
Every tree and plant, every tiny flower That grows in wood or field, Hath a voice that calls aloud to me, And a beauty half concealed, That draw my ears to hear a strain Of music sweet and low, And paint for me far richer hues Than the sunset's evening glow; They speak to me as no tongue can speak; Their voices are sweeter far Than the tones that fall from... Poems - Post by : paulwoodley - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 2967

My Room In Boyhood's Days My Room In Boyhood's Days

My Room In Boyhood's Days
After forty years. Sacred these walls wherein I find Myself inclosed once more; Here in youth's pride my ardent mind On nightly tasks would pore. Sweet were these tasks, for mental power Comes with each duty done; And ray of light charmed midnight's hour When thought its victory won. Oft did the battle seem severe, Sometimes defeat seemed nigh,... Poems - Post by : HarveyGardner - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 3281

A Picture A Picture

A Picture
I sat by the farm-house window When the winter's sun was low, And looked on the clear horizon O'er fields white-crested with snow. A tree with its arms outstretching, Was limned on the distant sky, And my fancy saw a picture Such as gold can never buy. Perhaps to no other vision Could the scene be just the same, For blendings... Poems - Post by : Driven - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 923

The Voice The Voice

The Voice
To me comes a voice that none other Hath power to hear or to know, Its cadence so sweet and consoling Is a whisper so gentle and low, That the flight of an angel might covet The silence it bears in its tone; It speaks to me often, to comfort My heart when I sit all alone. I oft close my eyes at the twilight... Poems - Post by : juliousx - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1954

To My Daughter Blanche In Heaven To My Daughter Blanche In Heaven

To My Daughter Blanche In Heaven
Died Jan. 4th, 1893, aged 11 years. Darling of my bosom, Pride of my loving heart, Hopes were sorely shattered When I saw your life depart; In you I saw my future, Cheered by your smile and voice, Sorrow ceased its frowning, My spirit would rejoice. Life was made much brighter By your presence sweet; At your cheery... Poems - Post by : dopom9 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 551

My Brother's Birthday My Brother's Birthday

My Brother's Birthday
Fifty-eight to-day, fifty-eight to-day! How years of your life have sped away, And left in the brown of the dying year A quiet content, devoid of fear At the onward march of Time's noiseless feet, Which ever advance, but ne'er retreat, As they bear you on to that silent shore, From which earth's mortals return no more. With the night of time come the sunset cares,... Poems - Post by : rajansethi - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 3192

The Evening Before My Brother's Fifty-third Birthday The Evening Before My Brother's Fifty-third Birthday

The Evening Before My Brother's Fifty-third Birthday
Dear Brother, how the time speeds on And leaves its trace upon our forms; The days of sunny youth are gone And age unfits us for the storms That gather oft for you and me-- To-morrow you'll be fifty-three. It seems but yesterday since youth Was all aglow within our hearts, But still we recognized the truth, Old age has pierced us with his... Poems - Post by : afterburners - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 2867

My Mother's Love My Mother's Love

My Mother's Love
Nine months after writing this poem, my mother died, Dec. 21st, 1894. My vision eye beholds a form, Bent low by years of life's fierce storm, That moves with feeble tread; Though time has worn that weary frame The heart still keeps its sacred flame True, undiminished. No power but Death can ever quell-- No mortal tongue can ever tell A mother's boundless love; 'Tis... Poems - Post by : customdesign - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 870

A Lesson From Nature A Lesson From Nature

A Lesson From Nature
O who has not felt his gay heart beat with gladness, As forth he has wandered some morning in May? It drives away care and relieves us from sadness, It cheers the lone heart and makes us feel gay. We see how all Nature rejoices around us, The plants as they spring from the earth seem to smile, The fresh growing leaves of the groves now surround us, And soft sounds of... Poems - Post by : azzlie - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1596

The Lone Bird The Lone Bird

The Lone Bird
A solitary bird was seen by the writer, making its toilsome flight against a strong storm-wind. The peculiar undulating flight, the gathering darkness of the night, and the portentous indications of storm suggested this: Whither away on such winged undulations, Breasting the winds and the tempests wild glee, Lifting your form in graceful vibrations As onward you move like a billowy sea? Alone, all alone, on wing wide extended, Nerved for the tempest that sounds not afar,... Poems - Post by : MissionMan - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 1355

Their Life Is What They Make It Their Life Is What They Make It

Their Life Is What They Make It
Let melancholy mortals grieve And tell their tale of sorrow, Their gloomy spirits to relieve, But all returns to-morrow; For all the while they court their grief, Unwilling to forsake it, And in the way they seek relief, Their life is what they make it. They brood o'er sorrow day by day, With dreams they are affrighted, But never strive to... Poems - Post by : rkbholding - Date : October 2011 - Author : Jared Barhite - Read : 545