A new library of poetry and song: . flushDeeply ripened ; — such a blushIn the midst of brown was born,Like red poppies grown with corn. Hound her eyes her tresses fell, —Which were blackest none covdd tell;But long veiled a lightThat had else been all too bright. And her hat, with .shady her tressy forehead dim ; —Thus she stood amid the God with sweetest looks. Sure, I .said. Heaven did not meanWhere I reap thou shouldst but glean ;Lay thy sheaf adown and my harvest and my home. HOOD. NARCISSA. FROM .NIGHT THOUGHTS, NIGHT V. Young, gay, an
A new library of poetry and song: . flushDeeply ripened ; — such a blushIn the midst of brown was born,Like red poppies grown with corn. Hound her eyes her tresses fell, —Which were blackest none covdd tell;But long veiled a lightThat had else been all too bright. And her hat, with .shady her tressy forehead dim ; —Thus she stood amid the God with sweetest looks. Sure, I .said. Heaven did not meanWhere I reap thou shouldst but glean ;Lay thy sheaf adown and my harvest and my home. HOOD. NARCISSA. FROM .NIGHT THOUGHTS, NIGHT V. Young, gay, and fortunate ! Each yields a , first, thy youth : what says it to gray hairs >Narcissa, I m become thy pupil now ; —Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,She sparkled, was e.\haled, and went to Edward young. IT NEVER COMES AGAIN. TuEUE are gains for all our are balms for all our pain,But when youth, the dream, takes something from our hearts,And it never conies Drawn by Tkos. R. Manhy. WINGS. TiiK sunset light is on the sail, The water all aglow,And on the billows up ami ilown Ihe boat rocks to and fro ;The birds float upward to the sky—Oh, how I long for wings to fly ! The boat has wings, the birds have wings, Hut none remain for meSave wings of kind and loving thought And wings of these I come, and still repeat—I love, I love, I love you, Sweet! M.\i-;v LcHisE
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