Scenes and poems from the Wild Rose state . t bloom On thorniest bush is found:And the finest flower that ever grew Just blossomed from the neer earned is food neer blest. For toil itself is fine;And the richest store, like golden ore. Is found in flinty mine. I do not ask for days of ease To be carried on my way;I only ask to share the joys Thats in the common way. For well I know its tangled paths Where berries sweetest grow;And of all the shine of this old earth, Its briery paths that glow. Its the wide, wide sea, where storms beat high That tests the sailors skill;I do not ask
Scenes and poems from the Wild Rose state . t bloom On thorniest bush is found:And the finest flower that ever grew Just blossomed from the neer earned is food neer blest. For toil itself is fine;And the richest store, like golden ore. Is found in flinty mine. I do not ask for days of ease To be carried on my way;I only ask to share the joys Thats in the common way. For well I know its tangled paths Where berries sweetest grow;And of all the shine of this old earth, Its briery paths that glow. Its the wide, wide sea, where storms beat high That tests the sailors skill;I do not ask for a toy canal Outside the FATHERS give me the ocean of common life Where storms sweep wild and shrill;There let me share with the common man The lot of the common will. For tis true that here in stormy ways Love grows, beautiful and fine,And love gives friendships, precious, true. And friendships are spread no feast for me I ask; Be this enough and share the lot of the common man And grasp his hardened WJicrc our uiockiiig birdsThru beaks of brassWith music fill the air. THE MIMIC WATERFALL OR A DAY \N Till: WOODS Just a <lay in tlie woods,woods, the trees row Ah nic, .\li me! The great bii_and tall,Where the babbling stream oer ijebblos white Make The I\Iimic Waterfall. thick Where the souTs inspired morn I can tell. And my life filled with natures thrill; Where the gorgeous bloom of lily ])ure, And the sweet wild daffodil. Where the bluebells tinkle their beauty fair. And violets their deep blue hue,\\liere fragrance wild, fills all the air. Under the shadowed forest blue. \\here the rustling leaf in the sweet soft with the grace of the flying bird; And where the squirrel scolds from the tree top the dreamy, grazing herd. \\ here nature is dressed in her gaudiest robe,And Courts the springtime fantastic i)loom. And the grass is dancing with delightTo the rays of the bright high noon. I lay me down in the co
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