Poems by John Hay
God's Vengeance
... Strike! for the vengeance is God's ...
Sister Saint Luke
... The world's far splendors gleamed and flashed, ...
On The Bluff
... As the night-winds moan and rave ...
The Law Of Death
... With thread from a house where none has died ...
Little Breeches
... * * By this, the torches was played out, ...
Northward
... Why read ye not the changeless truth,-- ...
Religion And Doctrine
... Their threats and fury all went wide ...
The Surrender Of Spain
... IV. Then through red fields of slaughter, through death and defeat and disaster, ...
Lese-Amour
... Now 'mid these scenes the drearest ...
Mount Tabor
... but above Spirit and letter both was Love ...
Remorse
... For the pitiless death that won them,-- ...
The Mystery Of Gilgal
... Blood drawed his knife, with accent bland, ...
Amor Mysticus
... But I know that Thou lovest me ...
The Enchanted Shirt
... "I would do it, God wot," and he roared with the fun, ...
Too Late
... But all the charms that fairest seemed, ...
