Genesis
Did chaos form,—and water, air, and fire,
Rocks, trees, the worm, work toward Humanity,—
That Man at last, beneath the churchyard spire,
Might be once more the worm, the rock, the tree?
More poems by John Hall Ingham
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A Summer Sanctuary
I found a yellow flower in the grass,
A tiny flower with petals like a bell,
And yet, methought, more than a flower it was,— … -
George Washington
This was the man God gave us when the hour
Proclaimed the dawn of Liberty begun;
Who dared a deed, and died when it was done …