All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple in times without prayer, without praise, …
Author: Samantha Evans
After an Epigram of Clement Marot By Alan Seeger
The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the floor. Thou, Love, hast…
A Message to America By Alan Seeger
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, But your honor ends…
Wishes By Alan L. Strang
A BIRTHDAY WISH. I’m wishing a happy birthday, To you my dear sweet friend; And may every day be a happy day Is the wish I will always…
To The Reader Of This Book By Alan L. Strang
This little book’s a letter, I send direct to you; I hope that you will like it, And read it thru and thru. And after you have read it, Just…
The Storm By Alan L. Strang
The rough old Mr. Storm Is whirling, swirling past He makes the treetops bow their heads And trembles at his blast. He never stops to think Of the damage…
The Seasons By Alan L. Strang
SPRING Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers, All nature is waking from its long winter sleep. The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers, The song-birds…
The Roses By Alan L. Strang
I have roses in my garden, And their fragrance fills the air. How I love to watch them blooming; For they all are very fair. Some have deep…
The Lily Of The Valley By Alan L. Strang
I’ve a lily of the Valley That I’m keeping here for you; I care for and protect it, And water it with dew. It is a living emblem Of the…
Our Soldier Boy By Alan L. Strang
Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the Engineers. He said, “I’m Daddy’s soldier boy,” When he was five years old; And…