Helen Mar Johnson Home Poems Poets Helen Mar Johnson Poems The Old Sugar Camp by Helen Mar Johnson Come let us away to the old Sugar Camp; The sky is serene though the ground may be damp,— Love Your Enemies by Helen Mar Johnson Arrows dipped in poison flew From the fatal bow; The Crucified of Galilee by Helen Mar Johnson Methought I stood, at close of day, Where soft the balmy breezes play, In Goodness is True Greatness by Helen Mar Johnson I touch the spring—and lo, a face Which for these many years To a Dandelion by Helen Mar Johnson Blessings on thy sunny face, In my heart thou hast a place, "We See Through a Glass Darkly" by Helen Mar Johnson We weep when from the darkened sky The thunderbolts are driven,