Poems by Blanche Edith Baughan
The 'Mary Ross'
... There was that in the wreck of the Mary Ross &emsp ...
God's Acre
... Aye, their warm cherub-cheeks &emsp ...
On the Just and the Unjust
... There, the birch-bark made fire for him, &emsp ...
The Old Place
... Cleard I have, and Ive cleard an cleard, yet everywhere, slap in your face, &emsp ...
Five Prayers
... Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong, &emsp ...
The Greatest Gift
... O Soul more dear than mine! if of us two &emsp ...
