Poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

The Burning Building, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Unearthly monster that with fiery eyes
    In anger glaring
Mocks sullenly the looks ...

The Butterfly, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?
Do you dine today with the regal rose
Or nectar si...

California, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

A land with peace and plenty crowned,
Where luxury and wealth abound;
A land where Freedom's ...

California's Woodlands, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Ye timbered pastures, bright with Autumn splendor,
Yet softened with the haze by distance lent...

The Cavern by the Sea, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

The tropical islands of Tonga
In the Southern Pacific sea lie
Like fragments of cool rainbow co...

Christmas Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

We bring no rich gifts like the wise men of old;
No myrrh and frankincense, no silver and gold...

The Coyote, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Forth from his lonely haunt,
Lean, evil-eyed and gaunt
Stealthily stealing
To where on low c...

The Creation, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

From the blackness and darkness of chaos
Jehovah said: "Let there be light."
And the first sunn...

The Cry of the Soul, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

I have done the best I could, O Lord!
Yet my cramped life writhes in pain
For the World's cold...

Death, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Dark were the world if o'er its gloom
The gospel light had never dawned,
Hopeless our fate if ...

The Demon of Despair and the Angel of Hope, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Evil Enchantress spread thy raven wings,
Thy demon wings;
Touch not my spirit with thy venome...

The Depths, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Sublime and wonderful art thou, O deep,
Illustrious ocean, vast unmeasured waste!
Lost in th...

The Desert Camel, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Trackless and bare are the sands of the desert
No verdure adorns them, no green tree is there; ...

Do They Think of Me at Home?, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

When sunset tints the western skies
With evening's roseate flush,
When the woodlands lie in sh...

Dream of a Summer Land, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

I dream of a land where no thunder-cloud gathers,
Where across the calm waters no tempest may s...