Poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Old Ocean, none knoweth thy story;
Man cannot thy secrets unfold,
Thy blue waves sing songs ...

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

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

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

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

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

They come and go, this world's uncounted throngs,
Each on his individual aim intent;
They co...

There is music in the woodlands
When the birds their carols sing,
As they flit about the old o...

My Father knows the way, His love
Compare with any human love;
The best affection man may cla...

Nature is wonderful, the light that plays
In every pleasing shape that eye could wish,
Painti...

Not as a king unto us He came,
Not with the pomp of a titled name;
No haughty herald He sent ...

O, can I be happy in Heaven,
Though free from earth's trouble and care;
Though glories undre...

The birds are happy, singing all day through
Their little psalms of praise,
And just because ...

Dip the light oar by the shadowy shore,
And raise it twined with a dripping wreath
Of trailing...

Oh Bridal Bell, lone Bridal Bell!
Who shall thy vanished glory tell,
Where by rude hands now ...