. The three brides, and other poems. hild. And yet she dwells amid these scenes. Unmindful of the showAnd glitter of a noisy world— The surging to and froOf restless crowds; her heart attuned To Natures moods; her earHears music in its varied themes, Not all the world can hear. When storms of grief swept oer her path. With harsh and sullen fragrant seemed her gentle life. Than it had been before;And so it seemeth not unmeet When violets I think of that far distant friend, So near in memory. WORDS OF WELCOME TO THE WOMEN OP THEWORLD. Thrice welcome to these shores, ye of the bi
. The three brides, and other poems. hild. And yet she dwells amid these scenes. Unmindful of the showAnd glitter of a noisy world— The surging to and froOf restless crowds; her heart attuned To Natures moods; her earHears music in its varied themes, Not all the world can hear. When storms of grief swept oer her path. With harsh and sullen fragrant seemed her gentle life. Than it had been before;And so it seemeth not unmeet When violets I think of that far distant friend, So near in memory. WORDS OF WELCOME TO THE WOMEN OP THEWORLD. Thrice welcome to these shores, ye of the big round to us by the ties of deem it a high honor thus to greetThe representatives of every land,The Old World culture, in its fairest forms,Come to adorn and learn the customs of the task more pleasing still is it to noteThe touch of sympathy, that, like a thread of gold,Runs through the nature of all womankind—Soft as a rose leaf, strong as band of power that can sway a AND OTHEE POEMS. 19 Ye, from that Northland where the icy seas Reflect the splendor of the Northern Lights, And Summer chants her tuneful threnodies Beneath a midnight sun, will marvel at the scenes Ye here behold—not least among them all— The fruits and flowers of a genial clime. Scenes, that, in years to come, surrounded by loved form the theme of many a fireside the white winter sleeps outside your doors. Ye, who, in childhood, searched for eidelweiss By Alpine glacier, and have watched the sunlight glow And fade upon the Matterhorn, will find Here scenes, sublime and beautiful, as in Your native land—of lofty mountain and Of crystal lake, set deep amid the hills. Of rocky gorge and swiftly flowing stream; And who can tell? If from those hymns of freedom thatYour fathers sang, that echoed mid the crags—Een to the stars, the spirit did not findIts way across the sea to be enshrinedWithin the heart of this young nation
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