The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . uries; but each Feels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses heads Were toward eternity. E. Dickinson. 264 I // INDIAN SUMMER. 3nbian Rummer. *HESE are the days when birds come back,^ A very few, a bird or take a backward look. These are the days when skies put onThe old, old sophistries of June, —A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the thy plausibilityInduces my belief. Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,And softly through the altered airHurries a timid leaf ! Oh, sacrament of summer , la
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . uries; but each Feels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses heads Were toward eternity. E. Dickinson. 264 I // INDIAN SUMMER. 3nbian Rummer. *HESE are the days when birds come back,^ A very few, a bird or take a backward look. These are the days when skies put onThe old, old sophistries of June, —A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the thy plausibilityInduces my belief. Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,And softly through the altered airHurries a timid leaf ! Oh, sacrament of summer , last communion in the haze,Permit a child to join. Thy sacred emblems to partake,Thy consecrated bread to break,Taste thine immortal wine ! E. Dickinson. 265 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Confibeb. A NOTHER lamb, O Lamb of God, behold. Within this quiet fold,Among Thy Fathers sheepI lay to sleep ! A heart that never for a night did restBeyond its mothers , keep it close to Thee,Lest waking it should bleat and pine for me ! J. B. Tabb, ?6$. JOHN BANISTER TABB IN ABSENCE. 3n ^fisence. A LL that thou art not, makes not up the sum Of what thou art, beloved, unto me:All other voices, wanting thine, are dumb;All vision, in thine absence, vacancy. J. B. Tabb. 267 / AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. ^ong of f^e C^affa^ooc^ee. /^UT of the hills of Habersham,Down the valleys of Hall,I hurry amain to reach the plain,Run the rapids and leap the at the rock and together my bed, or narrow or flee from folly on every sideWith a lovers pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall,The rushes cried Abide, abide,The wilful waterweeds held me thrall,The laving laurel turned my ferns and the fondling grass said Stay^The dewberry dipped for to work the little reeds sighed Abide, abide Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Ha
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