Poems by Mary T. Lathrap

Our flag is afloat on the breezes tonight,
Our country's dear colors float free,
And the cann...

There's a sad, sad voice in the autumn rain,
Mournful rain;
As it beateth slowly against the...

Under the winter moon they lay--
Frozen river, and frozen bay,
Stretching for miles and miles...

'T is a land of old romance and story, --
The one that slips into my song, --
As fair as a drea...

I've read of the beautiful home of a King,
'T was a palace stately and fair,
With gleaming ar...

Once more across the weary earth
Shines out the Bethlehem star,
Once more the day of Jesus' bi...

Gazing off into the cloud-land
Tinted with the sunset's glow,
Watching waves of gold and purpl...

This world is not a wilderness;
'T is not a veil of tears;
I hate these endless murmurings
A...

One time I stood in a valley,
Hemmed in by its walls of stone;
The day was fair on the upland...

Detroit, March 12, 1863 Up, up to the curtains of darkness
Leaped the tongues of the pitiles...

A city deserted! How strangely still
Falls the chastened light on the untrod hill,
And muffled...

Bright are my dreams.
Not brighter are the beams that gild
The far off Oriental hills,
Nor ri...

There was a night when the Lord lay dead,
And darkness brooded o'er land and sea;
When stars ...

Marshall, May 31, 1859 The meek stars are brightening up heaven's blue deep,
The low winds a...

Turn backward, turn backward, O tide of the years
And just for an hour give back
The buds and...