. Poems of life in the country. he sunlight gives a smile. shed 41 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE VACATION REST Here in the country a few short weeks,Here where Nature its language speaks,Speaks with a voice that is sweet and low,Speaks with its beauties me gaily the white clouds each hill and fertile vale,Songs of the birds and low of the never written and all are are the worries, toil, and are the burdens of city life;Life while I linger is passing full of joy that is joy complete. The lights and shadows oer waving grass Li
. Poems of life in the country. he sunlight gives a smile. shed 41 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE VACATION REST Here in the country a few short weeks,Here where Nature its language speaks,Speaks with a voice that is sweet and low,Speaks with its beauties me gaily the white clouds each hill and fertile vale,Songs of the birds and low of the never written and all are are the worries, toil, and are the burdens of city life;Life while I linger is passing full of joy that is joy complete. The lights and shadows oer waving grass Like fairies dance when the cloudlets pass; In the valley of peace the river glides. Seeking afar for the ocean tides. Grassy the banks, and the odors sweet Of the lilies bloom near the birds retreat. Go to the country a few short weeks. Go where Nature its language speaks. Go, yes go, though you go alone. For, your strength increased, your cares oerthrown The storms of life will try in vain To wreck your bark when home again. 42. Gone are the burdens of city Michigan Photo by Beckwith POeiVlS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE SWELL, MOLLIE AND THE LILIES From the city he came in his suit of pure , stockings and shoes, just the same, his delight;He intended to sta}- just a week at the farm,A sweet country girl living there was the thought, dressed so nice and with cigarette boys would abscond when he came in view;But Tom, Jim, and Harry just laughed at the sightAnd vowed they would fix him before it was night. So the boys winked at Alollie, who drew him awayAnd said, I do want some pond lilies today,Theres a lot in the pond, tis a beautiful he, thus enticed, grew soft in his through the soft meadow so lightly she , eager to follow, sank his feet in the sod,Mollie, laughing, called back, O, leave your shoes thereFor when we get home Jim will lend you a pair. Over walls, bogs, and briars she led him with ease,He stumbled and f
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