Poems by Mary Dow Brine

The miller's wife is sitting alone
In the dusk of the autumn day,
While over the hills the sha...

All day long they rush and roar,
And sing their mad song o'er and o'er;
All night long they r...

The ice-king trembles on his throne,
And holds his rod with loosened hand;
For there are murm...

Life may not all of sunshine be, we know
The clouds must sometimes gather overhead,
And tears...

Oh! Beautiful lilies, so fair and sweet,
Ye opened your leaves for the Easter morn,
And help...

Oh! Welcome hour when, labor o'er,
The laborer seeks his home once more;
The twilight hour, ...

Full of moods, and full of pranks,
Who on earth can trust thy face?
Thy promises, however fa...

The shadows of winter, so chill and so gray,
Have passed from the meadows and hill-tops away: ...

As morning's glory gilds the sky,
And merrily the hours go by
Towards noon, whose radiance sh...

Welcome, welcome, beautiful May!
Welcome thou, and thy garlands gay!
The earth is glad with ...

Summer is gone, and the autumn winds
Are stripping the leaves from the trembling trees;
The g...

There are blossoms in the garden, sweet and fair;
There's a sense of wondrous sweetness in the...

"My dear, " said Mr. Bunny, on a pleasant summer day,
"I'll go and take a look at things outsi...

Like the ever-living spring
Whose waters freely flow
Tho' lake and river, brook and stream,
...

Oh! My love is as fair as the blossoms of May,
And sweet as June roses is she.
But what shall ...