The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . d takes awayOur playthings one by one, and by the handLeads us to rest so gently, that we goScarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what weknow. H. W. Longfellow. AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. I SAW the twinkle of white feet,I saw the flash of robes descending; Before her ran an influence fleet,That bowed my heart like barley bending. As, in bare fields, the searching beesPilot to blooms beyond our finding, It led me on, by sweet degreesJoys simple honey-cells unbinding. Tho
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . d takes awayOur playthings one by one, and by the handLeads us to rest so gently, that we goScarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what weknow. H. W. Longfellow. AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. I SAW the twinkle of white feet,I saw the flash of robes descending; Before her ran an influence fleet,That bowed my heart like barley bending. As, in bare fields, the searching beesPilot to blooms beyond our finding, It led me on, by sweet degreesJoys simple honey-cells unbinding. Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates;With nearer love the sky leaned oer me; The long-sought Secrets golden gatesOn musical hinges swung before me. I saw the brimmed bowl in her graspThrilling with godhood; like a lover I sprang the proffered life to clasp; —The beaker fell; the luck was over. The Earth has drunk the vintage up;What boots it patch the goblets splinters ? Can Summer fill the icy treacherous crystal is but Winters ? 64. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HEBE. O spendthrift haste! await the Gods;Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience; Haste scatters on unthankful sodsThe immortal gift in vain libations. Coy Hebe flies from those that woo,And shuns the hands would seize upon her; Follow thy life, and she will sueTo pour for thee the cup of honor. J. R. Lowell. «$ AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. ^9e %at is ©one. T^HE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes oer me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain,And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling,And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters,Not from the bards sublime,
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