Poems by Mary Colborne-Veel
Distant Authors
... Their hours when struggling thought makes way ...
The Blessing
... Droop not! He spoke, and blessed their food: &emsp ...
We Go No More To The Forest
... There are cornfields, golden and green and wide,&emsp ...
Saturday Night
... ~And still, in the midst of the busy hum, ...
What Look Hath She
... Thoughts sweet and gracious move her ...
Song Of The Trees
... And we, his comrades still, since earth began,&emsp ...
Resurgam
... Ah! might I dreaming lie at rest till then, ...
Empty Houses
... For that wide park, where people meet &emsp ...
