. Sunshine and roses . Een till the sun has sunk to restAnd the gold glory of the westHas faded, een till dusk has setHer seal on day, the reapers yetProceed to garner in the sheaves,The heavy-laden golden of the seasons joyous of vintage of the soil. Heres to the reapers, jewel crowned,Those whose pleasure is aye foundIn the enravishing delightOf garnering from dawn till night!. WHICH, LOVE? Neath the moons pale beams we smile, I at you and you at me,Rapidly the hours beguile. Stealing kisses granted how soon we two must to wear a bruised heart. Ti
. Sunshine and roses . Een till the sun has sunk to restAnd the gold glory of the westHas faded, een till dusk has setHer seal on day, the reapers yetProceed to garner in the sheaves,The heavy-laden golden of the seasons joyous of vintage of the soil. Heres to the reapers, jewel crowned,Those whose pleasure is aye foundIn the enravishing delightOf garnering from dawn till night!. WHICH, LOVE? Neath the moons pale beams we smile, I at you and you at me,Rapidly the hours beguile. Stealing kisses granted how soon we two must to wear a bruised heart. Tis the way of love and life; One is strong, the other weak;One is conqueror in the strife. The vanquished flounders at his of us shall stand, God knows!Heaven pity the others throes! 67 m i3§^ * JsAfV-^^ 1i I \^S THE FRONTIER GRAVE. A fragile shallow on a gentle hill Where birds are wont to hide their precious nest,An ancient rosebush and a rippling rill,Are Natures landmarks for her unknown guest. No potted flowers deck that ancient grave,No marble foot or headboard gives the yet, mayhap, some warrior, generous noble prince, lies there, unknown to fame. Or who knows but some mother terror struck,Defending with her life her helpless child;Some maid, emboldened by a lovers pluck,Risked all, lost all, then placid lay and smiled.
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