Songs from the Ozarks; and other poems . fainting spirit cheer;Let them swell in one grand chorus As the other shore we near. And, when ended is the weve reached the other side, Take me to my blessed Master,There forever, to abide. FORGOTTEN They gave him a stone To pillow his left him alone To rest with the dead. They left him to sleep In silence green grass would creep And cover the mound. —55— SONGS FROM THE OZARKS A few tears were shed— A sob and a moan,A torn heart that bled, A sigh and a groan. A neglected grave,A fallen head stone, Wild brambles tha
Songs from the Ozarks; and other poems . fainting spirit cheer;Let them swell in one grand chorus As the other shore we near. And, when ended is the weve reached the other side, Take me to my blessed Master,There forever, to abide. FORGOTTEN They gave him a stone To pillow his left him alone To rest with the dead. They left him to sleep In silence green grass would creep And cover the mound. —55— SONGS FROM THE OZARKS A few tears were shed— A sob and a moan,A torn heart that bled, A sigh and a groan. A neglected grave,A fallen head stone, Wild brambles that weeds overgrown. And sad is the soundOf Aprils rain weep. That waters the groundWhere wild flowers peep. The years pass along—Joy takes place of grief; A shout and a song,Ah, memory is brief. Forgotten and gone— A spirit once gayNow waits for the dawn Of eternal day. THE SALVATION LASSIE Oh, there is a winsome lassie,Dressed in the plainest blue. And her eyes just flashes sunshineAs she looks straight at you. -56-. A neglected grave,A fallen head stone. SONGS FROM THE OZARKS Oh, her cheeks are like the roses. All blushing with a glow,And her lovely face discloses A heart thats pure as snow. Oh, she wears the cutest bonnet Above her pearly the eyes that peep beneath it Dissolves away all , her lips are like the berries Refreshed by morning her breath is like the cherries Of balmy winds own brew. Oh, her eyes are like the sunbeams That sparkle in the full of tender, loving gleams, They fill my heart with , she is the dearest lassie. With an air demure and sweet,And always full of charity. At home or on the street. HEARTS THAT BEAT TRUE Theres many a heart that beats real trueBeneath a rough exterior view;Hearts that are warmer than you may think,Although the face shows many a kink. ManjT^ a wrinkled and scarred old faceWithin, has a heart of love and grace;While many a face thats fair to false at heart and wi
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