The Ghosts Round Bismarck's Couch, by Anne S. Bushby
They come, they come, in thronging hosts,
Round Bismarck's couch--the pallid ghosts
Of men s...
Poems by Anne S. Bushby
Easter Morning, by Anne S. Bushby
A DREAM. 'Twas night, or early morn; the busy street
Was for a time deserted, and no sound--
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Christ's Invitation, by Anne S. Bushby
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." --Matthew 11:...
Angels' Visits, by Anne S. Bushby
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, and all around
Was still as the deep grave; no hu...