. Barefoot days and sundown songs. still across the snowy cloth She smiles like heaven on memory of the courtship days Becomes a little dim. He cannot somehow set to verse The thrill that came and he has within his heart A song of glad lift my cup and drink my toast That brims v/ith joy and laughter,Not for days before I wed. But those that have come after. 75 A LOVE POEM DID you ever see a couple,Homely as some wrinkled fruit?Did you wonder how that coupleEver could each other suit? Did you ask yourself the questionWith a comprehension dim,**How could h
. Barefoot days and sundown songs. still across the snowy cloth She smiles like heaven on memory of the courtship days Becomes a little dim. He cannot somehow set to verse The thrill that came and he has within his heart A song of glad lift my cup and drink my toast That brims v/ith joy and laughter,Not for days before I wed. But those that have come after. 75 A LOVE POEM DID you ever see a couple,Homely as some wrinkled fruit?Did you wonder how that coupleEver could each other suit? Did you ask yourself the questionWith a comprehension dim,**How could he think she was lovely?**What could she behold in him? Could you follow that same coupleTo the cottage by the he tramps him home at sunset,Where she waits at close of day. Could you stand unseen between them,And behold the inner soul deep from each to otherLike a beacon in the night. You would understand the that love is very that love is not near-sightedAnd can see beneath the rind. 76. Her happy face made passing folks take one morehungry look WHERE IS YOUR HOME?* SHE came to make a little visitWhen she was three years old,Her eyes were like the summer sea,Her hair was fine spun lips were like the strawberriesWhich grow beside the brook;Her happy face made passing folksTake one more hungry look;Her merry prattle filled my homeUntil there came the dayWhen she must close her little visitAnd journey far away. I said to her, **My little lass, Will you go home today? She dimpled with a bashful smile, **IVe got to go to play Out in the yard with my new doll. So I canH go, you know; Perhaps some other morning bright. If you think best, PU go. My jealous heart gave one glad leap, I said within me, **Never! If you dont want to journey home, Ill keep you here forever. 77 But when I took her to the train On which her father came, And as he stood there by our side, And called her by her name, Her blue eyes misted oer with tears, And s
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