Poems . mer Than odorous roses or summers sky. Here it was that the words were spoken. Low in tone and in number few,Blessino; us both with a tender token How each fond heart to the other grew ;Down in the bushes the birds were singing, Down in the west the sun was lowBut a dearer song in our ears was ringing, And our hearts were warmer than sunset glow. L ENVOY. If aught here said or sung, Has soothed one care to rest, One hour from grief has cheered one weary breast. It is reward enough, and thus confessed. So go, ye simple rhymes, Go forth, and plead for me,Tell how, when rung the
Poems . mer Than odorous roses or summers sky. Here it was that the words were spoken. Low in tone and in number few,Blessino; us both with a tender token How each fond heart to the other grew ;Down in the bushes the birds were singing, Down in the west the sun was lowBut a dearer song in our ears was ringing, And our hearts were warmer than sunset glow. L ENVOY. If aught here said or sung, Has soothed one care to rest, One hour from grief has cheered one weary breast. It is reward enough, and thus confessed. So go, ye simple rhymes, Go forth, and plead for me,Tell how, when rung the chimes Of Hope or Memory,One heart, at that sweet sound, sought to be free ; Sought to be free, and spoke As it has spoken here ;Not all in vain it broke Through its repose, for near,Another heart replies in words how dear! 168 l envoy. Oh, golden dreams of Youth ! Oh, Lifes glad morning prime \Oh, days of Love and Truth! Your long lost air and climeCome back, to me at least, in this poor rhyme. THE mm
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