. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . With the anthems ot thanksgiving those grateful I Where verdure of a virgin turf a silent carpetpilgrims sang, ! spread, Ere a roof was theirs to shelter, or fruits their j And stately as a pillared shaft uprose each tall tree-parched lips prest— [ bole. They had touched the land of promise, and left to j With the sun-rays—Gods bright fingers—to glorifyGod the rest! ,^ the 36 THE FELLING OF THE TREES. _tJTS,N the groves, where birds are singing,\iy Loud the woodmans axe is ringing, ^1= And the trees are falling, falling,
. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . With the anthems ot thanksgiving those grateful I Where verdure of a virgin turf a silent carpetpilgrims sang, ! spread, Ere a roof was theirs to shelter, or fruits their j And stately as a pillared shaft uprose each tall tree-parched lips prest— [ bole. They had touched the land of promise, and left to j With the sun-rays—Gods bright fingers—to glorifyGod the rest! ,^ the 36 THE FELLING OF THE TREES. _tJTS,N the groves, where birds are singing,\iy Loud the woodmans axe is ringing, ^1= And the trees are falling, falling, Like dead monarchs to the ground ; And the tree-tops, softly sighing, Li the world to which were clingingDont we hear the axe too ringing,While the sons of toil are falling In whole forests to the ground?And the souls of men are sighing,
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