. Homespun verses . me buzzing through the air Fresh from the fragrant clover field,A spider from his raftered lair Dropped to the desk and lay concealed. Through the wide windows opened high I saw the heaps of new-mown hay,The breezy woodland standing nigh, The brook, the river and the bay;I heard the tinkle of the bell That showed old Bess was browsing near,The rapids rushing through the dell, The fractious poriys plunge and rear;Still the slow sermon rumbled on Fierce Pharaoh dared the ruddy deep,Sweet manna Israel fed upon While weary I slipped off to sleep. \fW 72 HOMESPUN VERSES. I felt
. Homespun verses . me buzzing through the air Fresh from the fragrant clover field,A spider from his raftered lair Dropped to the desk and lay concealed. Through the wide windows opened high I saw the heaps of new-mown hay,The breezy woodland standing nigh, The brook, the river and the bay;I heard the tinkle of the bell That showed old Bess was browsing near,The rapids rushing through the dell, The fractious poriys plunge and rear;Still the slow sermon rumbled on Fierce Pharaoh dared the ruddy deep,Sweet manna Israel fed upon While weary I slipped off to sleep. \fW 72 HOMESPUN VERSES. I felt a sudden startling thrill,— I heard a strange bewildring noise,—I wondered were I dreaming still.— Where was the Parsons tireless voice?-How long Id slept I could not tell, But Ah! It had been many a yearSince last the sound of that old bell Rang sweetly on my listening ear.—Alas! Twas but a mid-day dream.— How my old heart would jump for joyIf but the life could lie the dream And I would wake to be a ! HOMESPUN VERSES. 73 l£kty Jvloofe. I sit and dream beside thy stream, O fair Passaic River; ( Like floating lace oer beautys face Thy dimpling wavelets quiver;Outspreading trees allure the breeze Along the sloping shore;The lovely moon of leafy June Smiles sweetly as of yore. Thy silvry sheen, twixt banks of green, In light romantic flooded,Brightly displays thy winding ways By little vessels studded;Pearls seem to skip as waters drip From many a passing oar,While tender strains and soft refrains Sound sweetly as of yore, sThe ripples reach along thy beach \ Like happy, loving laughter, ) As waves give place in rapid race / To waves that hurry after; The twinkling lights on distant heights Toward starlight seem to soar, And rich perfume of flowery bloom \ Smells sweetly as of yore. ( 74 HOMESPUN VEESES. The dusky shades and silent glades That fringe thy hilly border,In depths below reflected show Fair Natures lovely order;The planets blest where angels rest And
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