Haven Of The Heart (by: Helen Steiner Rice) our father, who art in heaven, hear this little prayer and reach across the miles today that stretch from here to there... continue reading
Helen (by: Hilda Doolittle (1886 - 1961)) All Greece hates The still eyes in the white face, The lustre of the olives Where she stands, And the white hands. continue reading
Herbs (by: Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)) Life-everlasting, too, Windless, poignant, and sere, That blows in the old year, Townsmen, for me and you... continue reading
Hill, The (by: Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)) Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. continue reading
Hills Of Home (by: Malcolm Hemphrey) Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold, And the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o’er the wold; I dream of hills of other days whose sides I loved to roam When Spring was dancing through the lanes of those distant hills of home. continue reading
Hope Carol, A (by: Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)) A Night was near, a day was near, Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me... continue reading
How Are Thy Servants Blest (by: Joseph Adison (1672-1719)) How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. continue reading
Human Seasons, The (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man... continue reading
Hysteria (by: Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)) As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary continue reading
