John White Chadwick
Poems (8)
- A Wedding-SongI said: “My heart, now let us sing a song
- His Mother's JoyLittle, i ween, did Mary guess,
- RecognitionWhen souls that have put off their mortal gear
- Starlight“look up,” she said; and all the heavens blazed
- The Golden-Robin's NestThe golden-robin came to build his nest
- The Making of ManAs the insect from the rock
- The Rise of ManThou for whose birth the whole creation yearned
- The Two WaitingsI.