Scenes and poems from the Wild Rose state . A sip of sweetness, he hands to me,From out the branches of the tree;Like dripping- honey from the combI find oer and oer, whereer I roam,THE SAME SWEET every day that shines, but bringsNew gifts direct from GOD. So, up thru branches, and shadowed leaves, Or out in the open. Where the sunlight breathes; I would lift my praver like garland wreaths, IN THANKFULNESS TO Let me give a cheer for the OLD HOME STATE,Whose ciealth, through the years, I have seen; Let me drop a tear oer the treasured those who sleep iieath her green.

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