Maurice Francis Egan

Poems (4)

• He Made Us Free

  As flame streams upward, so my longing thought / Flies up with Thee, …

• Maurice de Guerin

  The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes / Anoint of Nature, fauns and dryads fair …

• The Old Violin

  Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust, / Like some great thought on a forgotten page; …

• The Shamrock

  When april rains make flowers bloom / And Johnny-jump-ups come to light, …