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Edith Matilda Thomas (12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio)
Poems of Edith Matilda Thomas
| 1. | "Frost To-Night" | 1/4/2003 |
| 2. | Black Flag! | 3/20/2012 |
| 3. | Nature and Man | 3/20/2012 |
| 4. | Ride, Vigilantes! | 3/20/2012 |
| 5. | The Blessed Present | 3/20/2012 |
| 6. | The Inverted Torch | 1/4/2003 |
| 7. | The Masquerade of Time | 3/20/2012 |
| 8. | The Mother Who Died Too | 3/20/2012 |
| 9. | The Red Cross Nurse | 3/20/2012 |
| 10. | The War Of Bread | 3/20/2012 |
| 11. | Winter Sleep | 1/4/2003 |
The Blessed Present
Pluck me yon rose, but say not, '‘T will not last!'
Or that 'To-morrow’s rose may be more sweet.'
Say not, the darling bird I hear, will fleet
When its green summer home yields to the blast.
This moment, freed from Fear, that shrank aghast—
From Hope, that ran on wing'd, mercurial feet,
I, Sovereign of the Present, hold my seat!
All smile on me, and smiles on all I cast.
Oh, hitherto, my love, I have been thrall
