Old friends and old times . away! 55 AN EVENING WALK Where shall we walk when the sun goes down? Somewhere away from the noisy street—Somewhere away from the busy townWith its fickle laugh and its careworn frown And the curious eyes we always meet. Out where the little river flows With a mellow gush on the pebbled shore,Out where the purple violet growsAnd the dew lies soft on the budding rose— There we will walk when the day is oer. Out where the elms are broad and green And the evening air is cool and sweet—There in the shadow of night, unseenWell sit entranced by the rivers sheenWith the dr
Old friends and old times . away! 55 AN EVENING WALK Where shall we walk when the sun goes down? Somewhere away from the noisy street—Somewhere away from the busy townWith its fickle laugh and its careworn frown And the curious eyes we always meet. Out where the little river flows With a mellow gush on the pebbled shore,Out where the purple violet growsAnd the dew lies soft on the budding rose— There we will walk when the day is oer. Out where the elms are broad and green And the evening air is cool and sweet—There in the shadow of night, unseenWell sit entranced by the rivers sheenWith the drowned stars at our feet. Tis there we will go again to-night To live an hour with the whip-poor-willWhen the eddying stream with foam is whiteIn the crystal ray of the fair moonlight,And the earth is cool and still. And there you will tell me your love once moreWith a voice that is soft and sweet and low;Though passed, the years we have known of yore,Tonight we will live loves sweetness oer,A night of the long ago. 56. Out zvlicrc the little river Hows. PLUCK Full seventy times the sun aroseAnd seventy times went down Between the shore Of SalvadorAnd famous Palos town— Full seventy times with longing eyesThe western sea was scanned, Nor water line Nor bird nor signProclaimed the looked-for land. Yet Hope cried, Westward Westward!And westward still they bore, By night and day. Away, away,Still onward as before. Fierce storm-clouds frowned upon them,The ocean waves dashed high, Yet through it all Hope dared to call,Onward, brave heart, or die! 57 Thus day by day they drifted,And ere the storm had passed, The restless sea In savage gleeRolled half-way up the mast. Still onward, onward, onward,Till ten long weeks had gone, When lo, the shore Of SalvadorRose from the sea at dawn.****** Now you, in your endeavor,Gainst what have you to fight?What storms by dayHave crossed your way—What threatning clouds by night? And is your course still westward? Ah, pledge your word once
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