The Christmas Angel [poem by Mary Hannay Foott, 21 December 1897]

[Editor: A poem by Mary Hannay Foott. Published in The Warwick Argus, 21 December 1897.] The Christmas Angel. Through skies of midnight swift he swept, His earthward voyage holding — Our year-long exile — whilst we slept His wings besides as folding. O Christmas, ere thy garments bright O’er Western clouds are trailing, Through farther […]

Up North [poem by Mary Hannay Foott, 1890]

[Editor: A poem by Mary Hannay Foott.] Up North.* Into Thy hands let me fall, O Lord — Not into the hands of men — And she thinned the ranks of the savage horde Till they shrank to the mangrove fen. In a rudderless boat, with a scanty store Of food for the fated three […]

The Massacre of the Bards [poem by Mary Hannay Foott, 1885]

[Editor: A poem by Mary Hannay Foott. Published in Where the Pelican Builds and Other Poems (1885).] The Massacre of the Bards. The sunlight from the sky is swept, But, over Snowdon’s summit kept, One brand of cloud yet burns, By ghostly hands far out of sight, Held, glowing, in the even-light, As Fate still […]

Melbourne International Exhibition [poem by Mary Hannay Foott, 1890]

[Editor: A poem by Mary Hannay Foott.] Melbourne International Exhibition. A. D. 1880 ARGUMENT. I. — The House being ready, Victoria prepares to receive the nations whom she has invited. They approach — the various countries of Europe, Asia, Africa, of the American continent, the Australian colonies, and those of Polynesia — some of them […]

In Time of Drought [poem by Mary Hannay Foott, 1890]

[Editor: A poem by Mary Hannay Foott.] In Time of Drought. “The river of God is full of water.” — Psalm. The rushes are black by the river bed, And the sheep and the cattle stand, Wistful-eyed, where the waters were, In a waste of gravel and sand ; Or pass o’er their dying and […]