John Milton Hay was an American statesman, diplomat, author, journalist, and private secretary and assistant to Abraham Lincoln.
Hay was born in Salem, Indiana, of Scottish ancestry, the third son of Dr. Charles Hay and Helen Leonard from Middleboro, Massachusetts, who had come to Salem to live with her sister. He was raised in Warsaw, Illinois, and educated first at the private school of the Reverend Stephen Childs, an Episcopal clergyman. In 1851 John went to an academy at Pittsfield in Pike County, where he met an older student, John G. Nicolay, with whom he would later work as private secretary to Abraham Lincoln. In 1852 John Hay went to the college at ... more »
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John Hay Poems
A Prayer in Thessaly
A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:- Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray That thou wilt take this torturing love away.
A Woman's Love
A sentinel angel sitting high in glory Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory: "Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!
The Enchanted Shirt
Fytte the First: wherein it shall be shown how the Truth is too mighty a Drug for such as be of feeble temper The King was sick. His cheek was red And his eye was clear and bright;
I love a woman tenderly, But cannot know if she loves me. I press her hand, her lips I kiss, But still love's full assurance miss.
When the Boys Come Home
There's a happy time coming, When the boys come home. There's a glorious day coming, When the boys come home.
A Winter Night
The winter wind is raving fierce and shrill And chides with angry moan the frosty skies, The white stars gaze with sleepless Gorgon eyes That freeze the earth in terror fixed and still.
Th3 beauty of the northern dawns, Their pure, pale light is thine; Yet all the dreams of tropic nights Within thy blue eyes shine.
Night in Venice
Love, in this summer night, do you recall Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon We glided noiseless through the dim canal?
When Youth's warm heart beats high, my friend, And Youth's blue sky is bright, And shines in Youth's clear eye, my friend, Love's early dawning light,
Remarks of Sergeant Tilmon Joy to the White Man's Committee of Spunky Point, Illinois I reckon I git your drift, gents,- You 'low the boy sha'n't stay;
I Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her. This one may love her some day, some day the lover will not.
A Dream of Bric-a-brac
C.K. loquitur. I dreamed I was in fair Niphon. Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,
The luminous pages of all story prove High love hath ending in heroic woe; Sharp-fanged and fell, dark death doth ever go In waiting for the wandering feet of love.
Pindar, the Theban, sang to Hieron In Doric verse, rich as rough-hammered gold, The Immortals deal to men, now as of old, Two ill things for one good. These words, forth blown
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A Prayer in Thessaly
A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:-
Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray
That thou wilt take this torturing love away.
But since she is so fair, still let mine eyes
Unloving, joy in her, her beauty prize;
Still let her clear voice ring as pure and gay
To my calm heart as mating birds in May.
The words went up the blue Thessalian skies.
But ere they reached the high god's golden seat,
The lover to retract his prayer was fain:
Nay, let me keep the bitter with the sweet,
Better than placid bliss is love's dear pain.
My love I'll ...