Category Archives: Green Mountain Echoes

December 7, 1929 & “Plea of the Maid”

Sat., 7  The morning devotions came to my room. They are such a comfort. The final poem in Green Mountain Echoes.  Since Benjamin was in Italy during WWI and married Jeanette in 1920, I expect this poem was written in … Continue reading

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December 6, 1929 & “The Toll of War”

Fri., 6  Mr. Crighton comes to see me & makes a prayer. I am so glad he came. I like him because he is a good man. A box from Anna comes to-day. another poem: THE TOLL OF WAR The … Continue reading

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December 5, 1929 & “A Promise”

Thurs., 5  Henrietta comes out in the afteroon. Karl started for Chicago to-day, to be gone 8 days. another poem, as I am determined to finish posting the poems from Green Mountain Echoes before the end of the year. This … Continue reading

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December 4, 1929 & “Calling”

CALLING Clear and sweet the birds are calling, Sweet and white the blooms are falling, Love and peace each breeze is filling . . . Vibrant. . .joyous. . . heart beats thrilling; This the dower we inherit. . . … Continue reading

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December 3, 1929 & “Our Trust”

No diary entry, so yet again another poem:   OUR TRUST Autumn tints lay on the land Where England’s acres spread, But icy winds played round the ship Whose compass westward led. Why sailed they lone on wintry waste Who … Continue reading

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December 1, 1929 & “Our Flag”

    OUR FLAG It awakens a flame in each loyal breast Wherever men have trod, Some may call it patriotism, Others call it God.   A corner of blue all studded with stars, Stripes of red and white . … Continue reading

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November 30, 1929 & “The Zuyder Zee”

IN THE ZUYDER ZEE (When a Prince was there) The fog hangs low on a desolate isle Out in the Zuyder Zee; The mists cling close to the fisher boats Awash in the desolate sea.   The rain falls a-patter … Continue reading

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