Poems by Robert Stephen Hawker
The Burial Hour
... se their brother's narrow bed:"'Tis at that pleasant hour of dayThe labourer treads his homeward way ...
A Croon on Hennacliff
... cawk! the crew and skipper, Are wallowing in the sea:O what a savoury supper, For my old dame and me ...
Modryb Marya -- Aunt Mary
... Name, 'Tis a plant that loves the poor:Summer and winter it shines the same, Beside the cottage door ...
On the Grave of a Child in Morwenstow Churchyard
... No falsehood taints their tongue, No wickedness their ways ...
The Song of the Western Men
... V. A pleasant sight to view,Come forth! Come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ...
The Wail of the Cornish Mother
... It was carried to church and blessed:And our Saviour's arms will gather Such children to their rest ...
