Harriet Annie Wilkins Gold Poems
- 1. Our Poor Brethren
"Our poor and penniless brethren, dispersed over land and sea."
--Masonic Sentiment
... - 2. Only A Story
Let me tell you a story, dear,
Of someone I saw to-day,
Only a man with a pale worn face,
And auburn locks grown gray,
... - 3. Two Altars
"And Cain talked with Abel, his brother."
... - 4. The Curl Of Gold
How wildly blows the wintry wind, deep lies the drifting snow
On the hillside, and the roadside, and the valleys down below;
And up the gorge all through last night the rushing storm flew fast,
And there old walls and casements were rattling in the blast.
... - 5. Victor Roy; A Masonic Poem
DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO DANIEL SPRY, ESQ.
GRAND MASTER OF THE GRAND LODGE, A.F. & A.M. OF CANADA.
... - 6. Daybreak
Turn thy fair face to the breaking dawn,
Lily so white, that through all the dark,
Hast kept lone watch on the dewy lawn,
Deeming thy comrades grown cold and stark;
... - 7. The Cities Of Old
Cities and men, and nations, have passed by,
Like leaves upon an autumn's dreary sky;
Like chaff upon the ocean billow proud,
Like drops of rain on summer's fleecy cloud;
... - 8. Song Of Azael
I heard the voice of the Death Angel speak,
As slowly he pass'd me by,
And I saw him throw snow on the crimson cheek,
And darken the laughing eye.
... - 9. A Song Of The Flowers
"Why are you weeping, ye gentle flowers?
Are ye not blest in your sunny bowers?
Have you startling dreams that make ye weep,
When waking up from your holy sleep?
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