Poems by Ada Cambridge
The Easter Decorations
... With their pure hands the firstlings of the birth,- ...
A Prayer
... One blood-stained, greed-diseased, hate-eaten world, ...
The Silence In The Church
... Make strong the toiling hearts and hands, ...
Advent Hymn
... - Light! which, in shrouded glory, once did rest ...
Sic Vos Non Vobis
... Who, still and steadfast, stand for Right, ...
Vows
... When faith and love need bolts upon the door, ...
Dead
... the stems, Brown-ring'd, of feathery palm-trees,-plaintains bow'd ...
Seed-Time And Harvest
... "Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof ...
The Virgin Martyr
... I, like them have thrilled with passion and have dreamed of nuptial rest, ...
To-morrow
... And hedges bloom for them no more- ...
A Story At Dusk
... how I found The sport aye best in this charmed neighbourhood ...
Influence
... To free his thought in speech, ours hear the cry, ...
The Watchman
... The same, he kneels there, pale and awed, ...
The Hands That Hang Down
... But, Lord, the more I seem to learn, ...
Peace
... Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us ...
