The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . t our side, No chart, no guide. 219 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Yet fearless toward that midnight, black andhollow,Our footsteps fare:The beckoning of a Fathers hand we follow —His love alone is there,No curse, no care. E. R. Sill. PRESCIENCE. (Jprescience. T^HE new moon hung in the sky,The sun was low in the west,And my betrothed and I In the churchyard paused to rest-Happy maiden and lover,Dreaming the old dream over :The light winds wandered by, And robins chirped from the nest. And lo ! in the meadow-sweet Was the grave of a little
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . t our side, No chart, no guide. 219 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Yet fearless toward that midnight, black andhollow,Our footsteps fare:The beckoning of a Fathers hand we follow —His love alone is there,No curse, no care. E. R. Sill. PRESCIENCE. (Jprescience. T^HE new moon hung in the sky,The sun was low in the west,And my betrothed and I In the churchyard paused to rest-Happy maiden and lover,Dreaming the old dream over :The light winds wandered by, And robins chirped from the nest. And lo ! in the meadow-sweet Was the grave of a little a crumbling stone at the feet,And the ivy running wild —Tangled ivy and cloverFolding it over and over:Close to my sweethearts feetWas the little mound up-piled. Stricken with nameless fears,She shrank and clung to me, And her eyes were filled with tearsFor a sorrow I did not see: AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Lightly the winds were blowing,Softly her tears were flowing —Tears for the unknown yearsAnd a sorrow that was to be! T. B. Reproduced,by permission, from A Pair of Patient Lovers.—Copyright, 1901, byHarper & Brothers. WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS. IN AUGUST. 3n ^UQtxst. A LL the long August afternoon,The little drowsy streamWhispers a melancholy tune,As if it dreamed of JuneAnd whispered in its dream. The thistles show beyond the brookDust on their down and bloom, And out of many a weed-grown nook The aster-flowers look With eyes of tender gloom. The silent orchard aisles are sweet With smell of ripening the sere grass, in shy , at coming feet. The robins strange and mute. There is no wind to stir the leaves, The harsh leaves overhead;Only the querulous cricket grieves,And shrilling locust weaves A song of Summer dead. W. D. HOWELLS. 223 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. t^af ®ai? ^ou Came. C UGH special sweetness was about That day God sent you here,I knew the lavender was out,And it was mid of year. Their common way the great winds blew
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