Poems by Sarah Knowles Bolton

If I could feel my hand, dear Lord, in Thine,
And surely know
That I was walking in the ligh...

O glorious Easter morning!
O day of peace and light!
One precious name adorning
With lilies pu...

Day by day we watched them taking on the purple,
Toying with the sunshine in a golden mist,
S...

To M. L. B. I watched the crocus, purple, white, and yellow,
Outbursting in the spring;
T...

She lay like a rose-leaf on his cup;
He scarcely knew she was there at all,
Until, like the ...

"I cannot bring you wealth, " she said;
"I cannot bring you fame or place
Among the noted of t...