Some songs and verses . keenest sight Woodland, and field, and meadow, And the sky-born stream in its flight; Forgets that the snows about him, Melting beneath Gods smile, Are feeding the river that floweth Through the vale for many a mile; Sees not the weary yeoman Tilling his stony field Secure in faith that a harvest The generous earth will yield; Thinks not the noisy torrent Leaping oer rocky falls. Rushing with loud complainings Between its earth-worn walls, 61 62 YourLifeandMine Turbid, and soiled, with travel Oer many a miry bed. May water seed that shall blossom, And fruit, when we lie
Some songs and verses . keenest sight Woodland, and field, and meadow, And the sky-born stream in its flight; Forgets that the snows about him, Melting beneath Gods smile, Are feeding the river that floweth Through the vale for many a mile; Sees not the weary yeoman Tilling his stony field Secure in faith that a harvest The generous earth will yield; Thinks not the noisy torrent Leaping oer rocky falls. Rushing with loud complainings Between its earth-worn walls, 61 62 YourLifeandMine Turbid, and soiled, with travel Oer many a miry bed. May water seed that shall blossom, And fruit, when we lie dead. Thus you, unseeing my pathway. Would have me walk as you. But both of us are Gods children, And 1 trust He will lead me too. And the avalanche slide of your mountain. With its tons of glistening snow. May join the spring in my valley When it melts in the rivers flow; And the flake that flashed on the utmost peak. And the dew that fell in the rose May reach the ocean together In the twilight of Lifes close. SIESTA. |ANNED by the breath of roses in the airMy brain lets go her moorings» and I feelMy bark slip downward on the velvet stream of through my senses drowsily there stealsThe restful murmur of soft waves upon the shore. The lazy ships that pass, their sails sun-kissed, Arc woven from the warp of Fancys loom. Upon this stream, that bears in sweet content Both sad and joyous hearts, 1 rest serene. Oh blessed sleep! Oh blessed visions! Ye Are but the touch of angels wings upon the brow. 63 LAST NIGHT J J NLY last night, your eyes upon me beaming,Brought back the radiance of Summer skies, * Only last night, upon your fond heart dreaming, 1 found again Loves rapturous paradise. 64
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