. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ^/ Page43 Reminding me that time in his zvayzvardjlight. Drifts on to mystic realms regardless of the night. THE GOLDEN EAGLE Now out across the valley away to sea,Then wearily back to yonder lone pine tree,Now through the shadowy heights pursue thy wayOn and ever on until the close of day. A VAKIED STORY WITH FATHER TIME ASMONARCH Here I sit in a httle room ten by twelve, With a sad, weary brain and clodded pen I delve; Thus Liberty has within her nymph-like deU A descriptive, din and varied story to tell. Her ground has donne
. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ^/ Page43 Reminding me that time in his zvayzvardjlight. Drifts on to mystic realms regardless of the night. THE GOLDEN EAGLE Now out across the valley away to sea,Then wearily back to yonder lone pine tree,Now through the shadowy heights pursue thy wayOn and ever on until the close of day. A VAKIED STORY WITH FATHER TIME ASMONARCH Here I sit in a httle room ten by twelve, With a sad, weary brain and clodded pen I delve; Thus Liberty has within her nymph-like deU A descriptive, din and varied story to tell. Her ground has donned a robe of sparkling snow, Which amid leafless trees and on house tops glow; Melting, dripping, splashing and pattering the sun in his orbit swings himself around,Thereby shifting from the east to the far, far roseate tinge now Hngers on the horizons crest;Reminding me that time in his wayward flight,Drifts on to mystic realms regardless of the night. The clocks solemn tick brings me back to this room,While hours sweep on with solemnity and gl
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