Arthur Patchett Martin (18 February 1851 – 15 February 1902 / Woolwich, Kent, England)
Poems of Arthur Patchett Martin
In Memoriam Matris
IN my hot youth I rashly penned
A Sonnet of the After-life.
It was the time of stress and strife
Through which the ardent soul must wend.
It was the Spring-time of my days,
When Doubt, like an inspired sage,
With creeds did eager warfare wage,
And looked with scorn on ancient ways.
But gazing back across the years