Maurice Francis Egan
Poems (4)
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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, …