As I go musing through this mournful land Soothed by the pine-tree's solemn harmony, Thy well-loved image comes and walks by me. I seem to hold thee by the gentle hand And talk of things I dimly understand, That thy… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; round thy feet the bright Green waves, like grass, ran… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
Loved once for ever loved: how surely sounds This gospel to me since I learned to list Truth from thy lips, mine own evangelist.… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
As I go musing through this mournful land Soothed by the pine-tree's solemn harmony, Thy well-loved image comes and walks by me. I seem… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
