Scenes and poems from the Wild Rose state . stream,Or stretches his hghway with girdered beam,And laughs at difficulties, high and opes at will, the wondrous sings, as he passes through. I watch the flow of the running stream. As midst playing sunlight its ripples gleam. Like mirrored silver, or fireflys play. In the twilight hour of the golden day; And, as I behold the restless stream, Midst the sunlight kisses or moonlight beam. It sings, as it passes through. Yes, I stand on the bridge and gaze, and gaze,And I think of God, and His wondrous ways,The charm of earth, with i
Scenes and poems from the Wild Rose state . stream,Or stretches his hghway with girdered beam,And laughs at difficulties, high and opes at will, the wondrous sings, as he passes through. I watch the flow of the running stream. As midst playing sunlight its ripples gleam. Like mirrored silver, or fireflys play. In the twilight hour of the golden day; And, as I behold the restless stream, Midst the sunlight kisses or moonlight beam. It sings, as it passes through. Yes, I stand on the bridge and gaze, and gaze,And I think of God, and His wondrous ways,The charm of earth, with its harvests wide,And I think of the Race, as a human tidePassing on, and on, thru joy, or day, by night, oer the bridge of years,May it sing, as it passes through. Let me neer, neer rob, of a single take from the least a thing worth me add, and add, as stream adds to sea;As this tide rolls on to me bridge with joy, this earthly lighten the load of my fellow manAs he passes, passes Give me back my old farm home where health and pleasure and toil make the sweetestdish of human life. kg GRE ME HACK THE OLD FARM HOME O, my heart is hungry, and my sou! is sad. For the home of Nature, where the birds are glad; Fm tired of the rattle and noise and dinThat eternally comes to me, shut inThe Citys deafening ways. Fm tired of gazing at brick and scarce a soul is seen, or known; Where its bustle and hurry and tumble and nerve pays price in human toll,In Citys costly ways. O give me back sweet Natures scene, Where flowers and birds and skies are seen; WHiere my soul finds rest midst lounging my life delights in the song of bird, —My sweet dear Nature Home. 1
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