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The waves, as ocean waves will do,
Rolled toward the sandy beach.
Wave after wave rolled from the sea
To stretch toward land and reach.

Once there, the sand resisted more,
And waves died on its breast.
But wave and wave and wave rolled in
Without a moment’s rest.

The sand stood firm in its defense
And dunes and cliffs stood guard.
But still the waves in stubborn lines
Rolled in, though it was hard.

And inch by costly inch was gained:
The waves rolled farther in
And made the beach dark with the stain
They left as dying men.

Still onward rolled the wondrous waves;
Still higher rose the tide,
Until the land was o’ercome by
What could not be denied.


© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.


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When recognition fin’lly comes
For one who sleeps the Sleep,
He receives it not at all,
And honors cannot keep. 

It is a rain that falls upon
A dead crop in the field
That gave its life in vain in wait
Until its fate was sealed. 

Give honor when the honor’s due;
Let praises fall like rain,
And hold it not till eulogy
Plows under shriveled grain.


photo by Michal Zacharzewski at


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.


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I looked at this, and looked again
At flowers spelling DAD.
I may be dreaming, but e’en they
Seem teary-eyed and sad.


photo by Robert Linder at


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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For The Meeting Of The Massachusetts
…………….Medical Society, 1859
…….[In honor of Dr. Jacob Bigelow]

‘T is sweet to fight our battles o’er,
And crown with honest praise
The gray old chief, who strikes no more
The blow of better days.

Before the true and trusted sage
With willing hearts we bend,
When years have touched with hallowing age
Our Master, Guide, and Friend.

For all his manhood’s labor past,
For love and faith long tried,
His age is honored to the last,
Though strength and will have died.

But when, untamed by toil and strife,
Full in our front he stands,
The torch of light, the shield of life,
Still lifted in his hands,


No temple, though its walls resound

With bursts of ringing cheers,

Can hold the honors that surround

His manhood’s twice-told years!

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In the season of the battle,
Restless nations test their arms,
Like two bucks in mating season
Fighting for a new doe’s charms.

Nations fight their foes with armies.
Armies fight their foes with men.
Men of flesh and blood are fragile
They still lose when nations win.

Like the leaves in their war season
Many wear the green of life.
Some few turn all shades of yellow;
Others bleed out in the strife. 

In the season of the battle,
Some will stay and some will fall.
Hardy are the heroes standing,
Honored those who give their all.


photo by Agnes Scholiers at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFStM9k/Leaves


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.


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To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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…..Hats off!
Along the streets there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of colour beneath the sky:
…..Hats off!
The flag is passing by!

Blues and crimson and white it shines
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
…..Hats off!
The colours before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by.

Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and to save the State:
Weary marches and sinking ships;
Cheers of victory on dying lips;

Days of plenty and years of peace;
March of a strong land’s swift increase;
Equal justice, right and law,
Stately honour and reverend awe;

Sign of a nation, great and strong
Toward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride and glory and honour, – all
Live in the colours to stand or fall.

…..Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And loyal hearts are beating high;
…..Hats off!
The flag is passing by!

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