Who is John Milton Hay

John Milton Hay (October 8, 1838 – July 1, 1905) was an American statesman and official whose career in government stretched over almost half a century. Beginning as a private secretary and assistant to Abraham Lincoln, Hay's highest office was United States Secretary of State under Presidents William McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. Hay was also an author and biographer, and wrote poetry and other literature throughout much of his life.

Born in Indiana to an anti-slavery family that moved to Illinois when he was young, Hay showed great potential, and his family sent him to Brown University. After graduation in 1858, Hay read law in his uncle's office in Springfield, Illinois, adjacent to that of Lincoln. Hay worked for Lincoln's successful presidential c...
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John Milton Hay Poems

  • In The Firelight
    My dear wife sits beside the fire
    With folded hands and dreaming eyes,
    Watching the restless flames aspire,
    And rapt in thralling memories. ...
  • Dreams
    I love a woman tenderly,
    But cannot know if she loves me.
    I press her hand, her lips I kiss,
    But still love's full assurance miss. ...
  • A Blessing. Translations. After Heine
    When I look on thee and feel how dear,
    How pure, and how fair thou art,
    Into my eyes there steals a tear,
    And a shadow mingled of love and fear ...
  • Mount Tabor
    On Tabor's height a glory came,
    And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame,
    The awestruck, hushed disciples saw
    Christ and the prophets of the law. ...
  • Lese-amour
    How well my heart remembers
    Beside these camp-fire embers
    The eyes that smiled so far away, -
    The joy that was November's. ...
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Sweet 22 Wild 21 Love 19 I Love You 19 Soul 19 Face 18 Young 17 Long 17 White 17 Bright 17

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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!


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