Poems by Harriet Maxwell Converse

Day by day the sunshine comes and goes,
The moaning sea tide ebbs and flows,
Yet Time the unm...

Clarion wind its fellowship is sounding
Throughout all space where echoes are resounding,
And ...

In the dark Gethsemane and sackcloth of thy soul,
Beneath the shadowed olive tree, thy face to...

I Life's whirl and din!
The sands run in;
Work, busy brain;
Toil, care, and pain
Encomp...

Ah, ye lost voices that never come back again,
Where do ye wander in tender and weary pain?
V...

May peace with thee abide!
Though dreary seems the way,
No staff, no scrip, no guide,
And ...

Through mellow beams of the sun's declining rays
And ripe abundance of autumnal days,
The Harv...

Imposing a silence on the waves of the sea,
It stains the gray darkness that tempests decree. &...

Thou bright "e'e of daie" that is opening to the sun,
Within thy golden disk the day hath just ...

The west is barred with hurrying clouds,
Within whose deep vermillion shrouds,
While soft win...

Many a bud enfolds a hue that never sees the sun;
Unfriendly thoughts have blasted hopes that l...