Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Gamaliel Bradford Poems

41. Hunger 1/3/2003
42. Ardor 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Gamaliel Bradford

Ardor

Others make verses of grace.
Mine are all muscle and sinew.
Others can picture your face.
But I all the tumult within you.

Others can give you delight,
And delight I confess is worth giving.
But my songs must tickle and bite
And burn with the ardor of living

Read the full of Ardor

The Congregation

The ghost of night's long hours depart
In congregation dreary,
And leave my sorrow-trampled heart
Intolerably weary.

But Chirpings bright in dewy woods
Foretell divine tomorrows,
And little birds are very good
To dissipate great sorrows.

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