Pat of Silver Bush
| Sussex | God gave all men all earth to love But, since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should be Beloved over all. |
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| 1 | Queen Victoria’s Coronation | There were other pictures … Queen Victoria at her coronation and King William riding his white horse over the Boyne | ||||
| King William at the Boyne |
There were other pictures … Queen Victoria at her coronation and King William riding his white horse over the Boyne | |||||
| Monday’s Child | The child that is born on the Sabbath day Will be bonny and blithe and good and gay |
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| 10 | Lead, Kindly Light![]() |
Would she ever get home? Would she ever see Sid again… hear Winnie’s laugh and Cuddles’ dear little squeals of welcome? Last Sunday in church the choir had sung, “The night is dark and I am far from home.” She knew what that meant now as she broke into a desperate little run. | ||||
| 11 | The Haunted Spring | “It always makes me think of a piece of poetry I learned at school… The Haunted Spring… ever hear it?” | ||||
| 15 | The Honey Stew of the Countess Bertha | Bets is going to lend me a fairy story called The Honey Stew of the Countess Bertha.She says there is a lovely ghost in it | ||||
| 16 | A Northern Vigil |
Come, for the night is cold, And the frosty moonlight fills Hollow and rift and fold Of the eerie Ardise hills. |
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| 21 | The Lady of the Lake | The midnight wind came wild and dread Swelled with the voices of the dead |
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| The Little Dog Angel |
Speaking of dogs, I found such a lovely poem in Aunt Hazel’s scrapbook called The Little Dog Angel. I cried when I read it because I thought of you and McGinty. | |||||
| 23 | Madonna of the Clouds | Ever since I saw that Madonna of the Clouds in your little parlour I’ve been imagining mother looked like that. | ||||
| 28 | Little Queen |
Little Queen… she had always wondered, ever since she and Bets had read Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poems together if any one would ever call her “little queen.” | ||||
| Unknown | So white with frost my garden lies, So still, so white my garden is, Full sure the fields of Paradise Are not more fair than this. The streets of pearl, the gates of gold, Are they indeed more peace possessed, Than this white pleasaunce pure and cold Against the amber west? |
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| 31 | Songs of the Sea Children |
Yet in the purple shadow And in the warm grey rain What hints of ancient sorrow And unremembered pain! |
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| 33 | The Duet | She would never have dared let him know after that that she had bought a second-hand volume called Poems of Passion and underlined half of them. I shall be dust when my heart forgets, she underlined twice. | ||||
| 34 | The Lord of Burleigh | “Let us see the handsome houses where the wealthy nobles dwell,” quoted Hilary. “In other words let us take a stroll along Abegweit Avenue. There’s one of the new houses there I want to show you. | ||||
| 35 | To One in Paradise |
Where was Bets? “In what ethereal dances, By what ethereal streams” did her footsteps wind? |
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Abide with Me ![]() |
That old hynm she had hated . . . “change and decay in all around I see.” Change was what she had always dreaded. “Oh, Thou who changest not abide with me.” |
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| 38 | Ode to a Nightingale |
Then there were visits to the Bay Shore to help Winnie get settled in her big white house with its background of sapphire water, where there was a coloured, fir-scented garden, full of wind music and bee song, that dipped in terraces to the harbour shore and was always filled with the sound of “perilous seas forlorn.” | ||||
| 39 | My Wife |
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble dew |
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