Old friends and old times . k ob makin money, It am drefful had an slow. 28 So, goodby, sweet clovah blossom, An goodby, ol bumble bee!You hab made de breaf ob summah Sot o musical to me—I shall tink ob you wif kindness Wen de snow am comin downOn de dead an faded purple Ob de big fiel by de town. 29 OVER THE HILL Over the hill the road runs Dusty and bare and long,Over the^hill the loaded wain Chatters its merry song,And back to the hill and the highway The vision of memory steals,Back to the dust of the byway Under the passing wheels. Back to the thorn in the fence-row, The robins nest in th
Old friends and old times . k ob makin money, It am drefful had an slow. 28 So, goodby, sweet clovah blossom, An goodby, ol bumble bee!You hab made de breaf ob summah Sot o musical to me—I shall tink ob you wif kindness Wen de snow am comin downOn de dead an faded purple Ob de big fiel by de town. 29 OVER THE HILL Over the hill the road runs Dusty and bare and long,Over the^hill the loaded wain Chatters its merry song,And back to the hill and the highway The vision of memory steals,Back to the dust of the byway Under the passing wheels. Back to the thorn in the fence-row, The robins nest in the thornThat sifts its summer snow around The sweet wild rose new to the greensward fallow Aslope to the glassy pondThat mirrors the skimming swallow And great green wood beyond. There to walk in the noonday, To bask in the summer heatAnd bathe in the smoky dust cloud That rose neath my shuffling feetTo hear the bees low droning, The locusts noonday where the dusty road runs Over the memoried hill. 30. Over the hill the road runsDusty and bare and lonii. There, where the twilight lingered Long when the day was done,There, where the stars of heaven Smiled to me one by one,Back to the golden glory That streamed from the silent moon,Gone like a mythic story Told in a mothers croon. Now all too heedful of duty, Now all to pregnant with care,Now all too mindless of beauty. Passing it by unaware,So I have grown, so am growing— While farther and farther stillThere lies in the dim of the distance The road that led over the hill. 31 SUNSET IN AUTUMN He is lost in the hills—oh, the round, yellow sun That dallied so long on the crestOf the highlands afar—oh, the pale, yellow sun, He is lost in the hills of the west.#All the day he has been tinting forest and field With his hues of vermilion and gold;All the day he has shone thru the rich autumn haze With the same mellow light as of old. He has gilded the stream with a rainbow of has burdened the lands
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