Some songs and verses . I RIGHT gleamed the sun in the morning, The birds were all in song:There was never a note of warning That the day might all go was never a cloud to darkenA radiant Summer sky;There was never a thought to hearkenTo the voice of Fate near by. And so in the sunny weather 1 launched my lifes frail boat,Out of the dew and heather, Onto the stream afloat;Oh; but I stepped it gaily, That day that dawned so bright;But my bark was built too frailly, And it perished ere the night. 81. AUTUMN HE sumach flames in the maples leaves are gold;The sensuous, dewy
Some songs and verses . I RIGHT gleamed the sun in the morning, The birds were all in song:There was never a note of warning That the day might all go was never a cloud to darkenA radiant Summer sky;There was never a thought to hearkenTo the voice of Fate near by. And so in the sunny weather 1 launched my lifes frail boat,Out of the dew and heather, Onto the stream afloat;Oh; but I stepped it gaily, That day that dawned so bright;But my bark was built too frailly, And it perished ere the night. 81. AUTUMN HE sumach flames in the maples leaves are gold;The sensuous, dewy SummerIs a story that is mist is oer the meadow, Its purple laves the hills, And the longing heart of beauty This dreamy day fulfills. But ah! the vanished SummerWith its passionate heat and flowers;Its hours of languorous temper-burst of showers;Its richest wealth of verdureThat made the earth completeWhile it ravished all our sensesWith its odors, subtle, sweet. 82 THE ALTAR OF MAMMON
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