American poet
Home!
By what magic comes this spell?
What wand has touched these humble walls,
And made them glow as with a holy warmth?
What disembodied spirit glorifies the place?
Whose feet may claim the phantom echoes
That bring once more a thrill?
Whose memoried voice is this that holds
More sacred music in its roughest note
Than ever came from seraph's throat?
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Lesser Deity", A Soliloquy of Life
The kindest souls are ever
Those who sin and suffer most,
And who thoughtfully endeavor
To forget whereof men boast.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"When the Gentle Christ Was Tracing"
Not in tears should we pray,
But in hope, smiling bright,
When the glory of day
Has forgotten the night!
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Pray--Not When in Tears"
There are tides of justice surging to the unknown shores of right;
Stars of truth that seek a setting in the dark, untutored night.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Caelestis"