The old kitchen fire, and other poems . he soars, the merry heart!Rejoicing everywhere ? 46 THE OLD KITCHEN FIRE. Dost love to hear the sound Of waters silver feet,Tripping oer pebbles round and smooth To music low and sweet;The streamlets careless tone, As he goes singing by,Mid flowers that peeping oer the bank Their own bright faces spy ? Listen ! Dost love to hear, At twilights blessed hour,The gentle lute steal oer thy soul With its resistless power ?Dost love the human sound Of children at their play,The merry laugh ! the gleesome shout, Telling of lifes young day,Voices of friends aroun
The old kitchen fire, and other poems . he soars, the merry heart!Rejoicing everywhere ? 46 THE OLD KITCHEN FIRE. Dost love to hear the sound Of waters silver feet,Tripping oer pebbles round and smooth To music low and sweet;The streamlets careless tone, As he goes singing by,Mid flowers that peeping oer the bank Their own bright faces spy ? Listen ! Dost love to hear, At twilights blessed hour,The gentle lute steal oer thy soul With its resistless power ?Dost love the human sound Of children at their play,The merry laugh ! the gleesome shout, Telling of lifes young day,Voices of friends around The consecrated hearth,The pleasant word, the kind response The chastened quiet mirth ? Listen ! Dost love to hear, At holy hush of even,Voices of dear departed ones Now dwelling up in heaven ?The fathers tone of love, The mothers gentle word,Come back to us in later years The same that childhood heard ! TO A FALLING LEAF. Listen ! To cheer thy heart,These angels voices come, Whispering, onward is thy path,And upward is thy home. 47. To a Falling Leaf in September. >;: ^f is hardly time for thee to fade,© Why dost thou fall so fast;As if a wintry blastHad breathed upon thy pretty form ?The day is soft and warm,And it may la^t. ^ September days are bright, I know,And very warm and mild,No tempest rude and wild 48 THE OLD KITCHEN FIRE. Has torn you from the parent why fallest thouTo earth denied ? Alas ! alas ! a chilling frost,When all was clear and bright,Like to an elfin sprite, Did come when all was calm and still And touch you with a chillThe other night. And so you droop and die, alas ! Though bright you look and gay ; And thus you pass awayArrayed in colors manifold,Scarlet most rich and gold To mock decay. Ah ! I have known a maiden fairTouched by some hidden mission here was brief, For disappointments chilling gloom Did send her to the tombLike this poor leaf. And like this paltry thing did she, Thus in her tfarly day, Look lovely in decay ;
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