Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
A Prayer
... O might it grow through days that chafe and bound ...
On The Hills
... As those hours live in us, nay beyond ...
To Goethe
... The light of lands where freedom's fight ...
The Crusader
... And the world it has striven for breaks it with blow on blow ...
In memory Of George Calderon
... For a bright sword leapt from sheath ...
The Reformer
... Flee, while yet 'tis time, those endless pangs, ...
The Burning Of The Leaves
... The freshness of leaves is from them, and the springing of grass, ...
