. At early candle light and other poems. d to cloud, and caroling loud to waken the sleeping day;No whippoorwill in the twilight still, lamenting in lonely shade,Where fireflies seek for her and peek into every glim-mering glade;No slave refrain, with a warp of pain and a weft of psalm between;No aria, trilled to audience thrilled by the art of the opera queen;No shepherds hail in a hawthorn vale; no mariners Home ahoy!Wets my eyes like thoughts that rise with the lilt of a whistling boy. Thro happy tears, across the years, on the lowland farm I his line of lowing kine, the laddie
. At early candle light and other poems. d to cloud, and caroling loud to waken the sleeping day;No whippoorwill in the twilight still, lamenting in lonely shade,Where fireflies seek for her and peek into every glim-mering glade;No slave refrain, with a warp of pain and a weft of psalm between;No aria, trilled to audience thrilled by the art of the opera queen;No shepherds hail in a hawthorn vale; no mariners Home ahoy!Wets my eyes like thoughts that rise with the lilt of a whistling boy. Thro happy tears, across the years, on the lowland farm I his line of lowing kine, the laddie that once was me,Whistling clear, to the thrushes near, that cheery, quaint old slow, in the long ago, with the herd along the say that some, when death has come, and all lifes toil is oer, THE WHISTLING BOY 73 On the river brim have heard a hymn float up from the farther shore;But at the ford one low, sweet chord will all my fear destroyIf, over the tide from the other side, comes the lilt of a whistling THE LILACS
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