Gleanings from old Shaker journals, compiled by Clara Endicott Sears . the snowy ! would that I like dew upon the roseThe perfume of that love draw forth; be blestBy fellow-man; enjoy a calm reposeFrom Sorrows hand; a minister of restTo weary hearts; till lifes last eve shall closeAnd find thy toil and pain, O Love I redrest. Leoline. Lifes Leaves Emerald leaves in the Springs young garden, Tender and green,Fairest flowers in their arms enfolding As eer were seen,Fluttering down at our feet in summer From fruited trees —Crimson and brown they flood in autumn The passing breeze —Falling
Gleanings from old Shaker journals, compiled by Clara Endicott Sears . the snowy ! would that I like dew upon the roseThe perfume of that love draw forth; be blestBy fellow-man; enjoy a calm reposeFrom Sorrows hand; a minister of restTo weary hearts; till lifes last eve shall closeAnd find thy toil and pain, O Love I redrest. Leoline. Lifes Leaves Emerald leaves in the Springs young garden, Tender and green,Fairest flowers in their arms enfolding As eer were seen,Fluttering down at our feet in summer From fruited trees —Crimson and brown they flood in autumn The passing breeze —Falling and rising, and falling again — Remaining so —Sleeping in quiet and rest all winter Beneath the snow,Teaching us how in our changing waysAt last there are quiet and peaceful days. Many leaves that are pressed as keepsakes Of long ago —Laid away mong the precious treasures We value so —Given to us from the doorway rosebush By some dear friend —Kept as the types of love and friendship That never end,Plucked, it may be, from off the violets Above the bed,. IS THIS LEOLINE?The portrait was found in an old cupboard. Name unknown WHO WAS LEOLINE? 281 Where in their dreamless sleep are lying Our darling dead —Giving us all through our changing waysSweet momentoes of peaceful days. Blotted leaves on our record tablet All stained with tears —Showing us where we missed our lesson Along the years —Pointing with golden index fingers At those well learned —Telling us truly what we cherished And what we spurned —Holding for us in sacred keeping The trusts we gave,Writing, just as we live, the story From crib to grave —Teaching us where in our changing waysThere have been, and might have been, peaceful days. Other leaves that are best and fairest Though never grown —Golden leaves that have a meaning To us alone —Wrapped up with care and laid away And kept and kept —We know not why — perhaps the giver So long hath sleptWe do not miss them, and still their memo
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