A book of poetry drawn from a variety of subjects.
Featured Excerpt Edit
Broken Harp Strings, on page 60 
"One day a harpist, half inspired, / Struck from his trembling lyre / A chord of purer, sweeter tone / Than he ever found before. / It thrilled his soul, / It warmed his heart, / It made the tears of rapture start, / It seemed of life the grander part— / And so he struck it, o'er and o'er.
"His harp was like a living thing. / It sang like birds and brooks in spring. / It brought heaven down almost in reach. / It told of joys past power of speech:— / Of love, and home— / Of peace and rest: / And then it's work forever done / The harp strings broke: it's song was sung.
"The harpist gazed in mute despair / Upon his harp, so sweet, so fair— / Then laid it down and bowed in prayer. / But hark! An echo soft and low / Swept through his soul, as breezes blow / O'er scented gardens: and then / Lifting his head he smiled again:—
"For now he knew those broken strings / Had given birth to living things. / That chord sublime had floated far / To realms where Angel Harpers are. / Tho' lost on earth, to it 'twas given / To swell the melody of heaven."