Charles Henry Phelps

Poems (3)

• 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; …