- Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers,
- Has in her heart a place for every weed;
- For her quick eyes require no microscope
- To note the varied wonders and delights
- That the Creator's humblest works possess.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Nature"
- For though time may seem to drag slowly on
- Before you will know it, time will be gone.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "The Voice of the Clock"
I shall soar and sing o'er the wrecks of Time.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "The Maiden's Lament to Her False Lover"
- But we look ahead to the far off skies,
- For the years are flying fast,
- And we know that the present that round us lies
- Ere the light of a few more moments dies,
- Will with many loved and severed ties
- Fade into the mist-veiled past.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "The Beautiful Past"
- Who enslaves another's manhood with weak human power alone,
- Lays a heavier yoke of bondage thoughtlessly upon his own.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Slavery"
- A sharper or more bitter sorrow prove--
- Hath Fate a keener thrust,
- Than when his dart reveals that one we love
- We cannot trust?
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Love's Petition"
- Home! that one spot, wherever situated,
- Clothed with grace no other clime may share,
- From her bright precincts, by her love created,
- Spring fadeless wreaths that later years shall wear;
- Around her lowliest paths of daily duty
- Gush rippling fountains, from Youth's glistening sands
- Flow down the years, and dim with heaven-born beauty,
- The glare and glitter of all other lands.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "California's Woodlands"
- Call no work low that is honest;
- Honest toil never degrades.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Workers"
Condemn not truth for error's deeds.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Flowers and Weeds"
- In war--a country's hopes stagnate,
- In war--her strong are slain.
- In war--dark evils desecrate
- Her council hall and fane.
- In war--with wings of omen dark
- Her wrongs and debts increase,
- Prosperity and progress mark
- The golden realm of Peace.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "The Song of Peace"
- What would life be if these few years
- Of thankless toil and bitter tears
- Were all and naught beyond?
- An utter failure void of hope,
- A sunless maze of narrow scope
- Where phantoms of despair would grope
- Throughout its narrow bound.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Life's Fruition"
- When I think of the joy awaiting,
- Beyond the bier and the shroud,
- Death seems but a transient shadow,
- A passing Summer cloud.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "Summer Clouds"
- Life is the root of Eden's loftiest tree
- Whose ripened fruit is immortality.
MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN, "God's Gift to Man"