The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ighly holds within her lockets, fastIts images and Time form may wasted be by eye from weeping, dim may grow-But memry brings to us againWhat it did years ago bestow. 153 But, John, I never see a boy By blushing maiden harrying, Whose time for weeks has found employ In practicing his marrying But what I in myself recall How I did flurry, bride did stew, She knew that I would spoil it all; What great relief when it was through. Now, John, brace up. If you improveUpon your former wedding in the scheme some kind of l
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . ighly holds within her lockets, fastIts images and Time form may wasted be by eye from weeping, dim may grow-But memry brings to us againWhat it did years ago bestow. 153 But, John, I never see a boy By blushing maiden harrying, Whose time for weeks has found employ In practicing his marrying But what I in myself recall How I did flurry, bride did stew, She knew that I would spoil it all; What great relief when it was through. Now, John, brace up. If you improveUpon your former wedding in the scheme some kind of loveThat better sticks to maid and man,Just let us know, and may be weWill undertake the job again,Tho I must say, twixt you and meI think I beat creation 7, 1885. ON BEING PRESENTED WITH ACOPY OF WHITTIERS LASTVV^ORK, AT SUNDOWN I have At Sundown, sister, dear,The book you kindly sent to which your name hence joined shall beWith that of sainted Whittier. I thank you and commend your compliment me when you send. This closing work of that true FriendWhose songs have made the world rejoice. At Sundown. Here the gentle seerBreathes lofty words in sweet farewell;In tones prophetic does he dwell,Foreseeing his own Sundown near. How tender is his parting The summers closing eve,Is this the last I am to live,He asks, ere I shall pass away?^ Once more the summers Sundown felt its fading warmth waning did not chill his old time trust remained the same. As he had seen the sun sink lowFor many years behind the hill,His faith had taught him that it willAgain arise with kindling glow. As one by one he missed Ihe graspOf friends who journeyed on knew some Sundown would restoreThose hands he longed again to clasp. O! friend of all, whateer their name,Their class, their color or their clan^ 155 Who saw in each a brother man, We brook no Sundown to thy fame. No Sundown to those works of thine,Nor to the faith you taught m
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