. Poems of life in the country and by the sea . reeze, Showering the shadows under the trees With arrows of light from the quiver of noon, By the bow whose arch is the bright sky of June. Sweet is the air with the perfume of flowersYielding their life through the long sunny hours;With the song of the birds and the kiss of the dawnTo give them a welcome, their beauty was now seeks the sun its nightly repose,While over its couch drapes a curtain of rose. 1 he clouds rolling upward in waves from the west,Wear the colors of heaven with silvery crest,Where the moon proudly sailing disperse
. Poems of life in the country and by the sea . reeze, Showering the shadows under the trees With arrows of light from the quiver of noon, By the bow whose arch is the bright sky of June. Sweet is the air with the perfume of flowersYielding their life through the long sunny hours;With the song of the birds and the kiss of the dawnTo give them a welcome, their beauty was now seeks the sun its nightly repose,While over its couch drapes a curtain of rose. 1 he clouds rolling upward in waves from the west,Wear the colors of heaven with silvery crest,Where the moon proudly sailing disperses her light1 ill the little stars modestly creep out of sight,ihese beautiful charms of the night and the dayAre glorious acts in Natures grand play. A SoNcA BUNCH OF VIOLETS Only a bunch of violets sweet. Only a vision of heavenly blue; Only blue , eyes they love to meet, Only a token of love for you. Only a little gift tis true. Yet when you look with your eyes of blue Over them fondly with tender cars, Surely my love will meet you there. 48. With arrows of light from the quiver of by Oliver T. Waite. In Penn. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Onlv a bunch of violets sweet,Telling^ the stor\- of loveh spring:Shyly they bloom where the birds retreatXear by the woodland their songs to are the skies on a summer are the hills in the far-away:Blue are these violets, yet, tis still are your eyes of blue. REFiLXIX Only a bunch of violets blue eyes they love to meet:So do I send them with joy to my love in these \iolets blue. AFTER THE SHOWER After the shower comes a golden refrain, Nature smiling through tears, joy-tears from the rain; After the showers, showers that gladden the earth. Blade, blossom, and leaf feel the joy of new birth. After our trials are fought one by one. Life stroigthens and glows when the victorys w-on. After weve wandered astray in lifes vale Comes a brighter outlook when we strike the right traiL
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