Poems by Mary T. Lathrap

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the Hand above--
A woman's hear...

The beautiful feet of the summer,
So late by the woodland and rill,
With slow, lingering mov...

Detroit, March 1, 1862. Standing by the school-room window all the idle hour of noon,
Tappin...

I have watched the twilight fading,
Like a joy upon the wall;
And like a memory round me
Hav...

Over the ocean the great white ships,
Spreading their banners, go and come,
Sailing away whe...

Soft as the fall of a beautiful thought,
Or a leaf on the stream,
White as the robe by purity...

Father, take home thy child;
One only boon my soul doth wildly crave, --
A dreamless rest wit...

Adown behind the woodland,
In glory sank the sun,
And o'er the rippling waters
A farewell ha...

Detroit, March, 1862. Through the air twixt earth and heaven
Autumn spreads her veil unseen, ...

I Samuel 2: 1-11 My heart rejoiceth in the Lord;
Exalted by his hand,
My mouth all full of t...

The year is fair, the year is sweet,
And Nature's ministry complete.
The graceful tree-tops i...

Time's pulse beats slower, and with muffled tread
The movements come and go,
Like some lone w...

I've dreamed of such a being,
With just such glorious eyes,
Where a shoreless sea of meaning
...

Where the broad and sweeping river
Onward flows, and on forever,
Going but returning never--
...

A thrilling of winds through the forest,
A murmur of waves on the shore,
A gleam from the spr...