Poems by Mary T. Lathrap

When some fair young flower fadeth
In the quiet woodland shade,
Or the buds we've nursed and t...

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

I'm weary of loving what passes away,
I'm tired of trusting what's sure to decay,
I'm worn ou...

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

May 25, 1857 'T was the holy hour of twilight;
With hushed hearts they stood around his couch...

O, I love the wind, the sighing wind,
As it murmurs softly by,
With a low, sad note like a...

There are voices sweet in the echoing wood,
And tones by the streamlet's shore;
A musical chi...

I've watched thee, as across thy brow
There swept some shade of feeling,
And seen within thy ...

I knew thee in childhood,
But ever potent time
Had well nigh stole the image
Once treasured i...

In this learned age of maxims broad and deep,
When men wake famous after one night's sleep;
W...

The sunlight steals in through the pane
And lies aslant the floor;
The vine climbs up toward t...

O give me the woods, the budding woods,
In the gentle time of spring,
When her dantiest robe...

Sad October's mournful song
Rolls the woodland aisles along,
And her hand sweeps o'er the keys...

No more beneath the linden,
Or in a maple grove,
Or by the laughing streamlet
Where oft we u...

In a cool and quiet valley,
Where the echoes ever sleep,
And the brooklet always murmurs
Dre...