Author: Katharine Tynan

Lest he miss other children, lo! His angel is his playfellow. A riotous angel two years old, With wings of […]

Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire […]

God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown […]

‘O spare my cherries in the net,’ Brother Benignus prayed; ‘and I Summer and winter, shine and wet, Will pile […]