Be inspired by this collection of Eloise A. Skimmings poems. Born in 1836 in Goderich, Ontario, Canada. Eloise never married but dedicated her life to teaching and writing. She was the principal at the Goderich School and also taught music. She also wrote for the Clinton News-Record.
She wrote the book Golden Leaves in 1904 and many of the poems in our collection are from that book. To quote from the introduction of that book: "Like whisperings from soul to soul may these Golden Leaves inspire my readers, as I have been inspired,
to acts of benevolence, to a study of our beautiful English language, to keep it pure and unsullied, and to acts of kindness, no matter in what sphere of life we are placed. "
She died on April 7, 1921, but her poems still inspire many today.
Purest love flows from thy soul.
Happiness dwells in thy heart;
Other friends can I enroll,
Each to me love's joys impart.
But I love thee best of all.
E'er thy friendship I recall.
Sunshine
Poet: Eloise A. Skimings
Sunshine surrounds thee,
Pride of your home;
Happy as the birds
'Neath heaven's dome.
May your life be spent
In doing good.
When the autumn evening sky is blue and clear,
And the stars like bright gems are shining,
I think of absent friends, friends both true and dear,
Friends I have not met for many a long year,
Friends who often sent loving words of cheer
When my cloud had no silver lining.
I love at dewy eye to watch the falling star,
'Tis like a brilliant volume to me
From the friends who have gone to the beautiful shore,
Where the life toss'd mariner's struggle is o'er,
Where'll be no parting for evermore
On that side of eternity's sea.
The October moon is rising in the East
Like a golden orb - night's autumn sun -
To me Hope's Anchor, a royal love feast;
No cloud in my sky - no fears in the least.
The joy of my heart has returned - I'm released
From life's shadows that fell one by one.
Gone is thy loved one to that land of beauty
Where the immortals bloom divinely fair;
Where innocence blossoms with love and duty.
Brought by earth's pearls so rich and rare.
Thy darling has pass'd thro' the beautiful gates
To the fair golden City of Rest ;
With her angelic robes she patiently waits
For those whom she lov'd on earth the best.
How sorrowful it is to watch
The noisy reaping machine
Parting the grain from its mother bed,
While it gracefully bent its stately head
As the breeze swept o'er the green.
The binders follow in their train
To bind the golden grain;
And when their hard day's work is o'er
They merrily dance, as in days of yore,
To the sweet sounding violin.
How glorious the harvest moon
Peeps thro' the maple leaves.
And beams upon the merry throng
As they sing the beautiful harvest song
In the shade of the lofty trees.
On presenting me with a honey comb.
May the honey that flows from these waxen cells
Be sweet like the mem'ry thou hast for me
And may thy life flow like chimes of magic bells.
And mayst thou many years of happiness see.
Memorial Poems A collection of memorial poems.
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written by Eloise
Only A Flower
From the water lily to the violet flowers provide a sense of wonderment and amazement
in our daily lives. You may think it is only a flower, but that flower could brighten someone's day!
Read the collection of Only A Flower Poems written by Eloise