Poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Bright little day stars
Scattered all over the earth,
Ye drape the house of mourning
And ye d...

O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across the flowery field to me;
O red-winged leaders of t...

What is your pageantry, O earth!
And what is your wealth, O sea!
What is your grandeur, span...

Awake, for earth is waking,
Sing, for all nature sings;
The year's bright morning breaking
...

She stands where multitudes assembling
Cast at her feet their flatteries,
Pulseless, amid the...

Gone are the changing shadows of the gloaming,
Lost the weird fascination of their spell;
My ...

I watched the clouds at evening
When the Summer day neared its close,
As above the sentinal mo...

The fool hath said, "There is no God"
But Wisdom, hour by hour,
Proclaimeth over land and se...

How many we meet as we travel along
Who go with the tide of the popular throng,
What other men...

Welcome, glad morning, night's sable curtain
Rolls from the valley and mountains away;
Burst...

Ye who ascend to the celestial heavens
To study planets, stars and asteroids
And view the wond...

I have flown from you like a wounded bird
With a crimson stain on its innocent breast
To a land...

What though an angel dipped his pen
In living pools of flame and flood,
Yet would he fail to t...

There's no invention underneath the sun
So basely counterfeited,
Its similes since first the w...

(As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my Soul after Thee, O God!--PSALMS 42: 1...