John Myers O'Hara

1870-1944 / American

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Golden PulseGolden pulse grew on the shore, / Ferns along the hill, / And the red cliff roses bore

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A Faun In Wall StreetWhat shape so furtive steals along the dim / Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June; / This day of rest, when all the roses swoon

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AtroposAtropos, dread / One of the Three, / Holding the thread

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In Patris Mei MemoriamBy the fond name that was his own and mine, / The last upon his lips that strove with doom, / He called me and I saw the light assume

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Ad Matrem Amantissimam Et Carissimam Filii In and#198,ternum FidelitasWith all the fairest angels nearest God, / The ineffable true of heart around the throne, / There shall I find you waiting when the flown

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