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Alfred Castner King Poems
- A Request
- A Reverie
- An Answer
- As The Indian
- As The Shifting Sands Of The Desert
- Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
- Battle Hymn
- Christmas Chimes
- Deprive This Strange And Complex World
- Despair
- Dying Hymn
- Echoes From Galilee
- Empty Are The Mother’s Arms
- Fame
- From A Saxon Legend
- Gently Lead Me, Star Divine
- Go, And Sin No More
- Grandeur
- Hidden Sorrows
- Hope
- Humanity’s Stream
- I Think When I Stand In The Presence Of Death
- If I Have Lived Before
- In Deo Fides
- In Mortem Meditare (Dying Thoughts)
- Life’s Mystery
- Life’s Undercurrent
- Love’s Plea
- Metabole
- Missed
- Mother.—Alpha And Omega
- Nature’s Child
- Nature’s Lullaby: A Mountain Nocturne
- O, A Beautiful Thing Is The Flower That Fadeth!
- Reflections
- Shall Love, As The Bridal Wreath, Whither And Die?
- Shall Our Memories Live When The Sod Rolls Above Us?
- Smiles
- Suggested By A Mountain Eagle
- The Darker Side
- The Fallen Tree
- The First Storm
- The Fragrant Perfume Of The Flowers
- The Legend Of St. Regimund
- The Miner
- The Nations Peril
- The Silvery San Juan
- The Spirit Of Freedom Is Born Of The Mountains
- The Suicide
- The Unknowable
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Best poem of Alfred Castner King
To The PinesYe sad musicians of the wood,
Whose dirges fill the solitude,
Whose minor strains and melodies
Are wafted on the whispering breeze,
Whose plaintive chants and listless sighs,
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