Charles Henry Phelps
Poems (3)
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Henry Ward Beecher
His tongue was touched with sacred fire, / He could not rest, he must speak out, … -
Rare Moments
Each of us is like Balboa: once in all our lives do we, / Gazing from some tropic summit, look upon an unknown sea; … -
Yuma
Weary, weary, desolate, / Sand-swept, parched, and cursed of fate; …