Harvest of thoughts . AARON BELFORD THOMPSON TO MY BELOVED WIFE. INTRODUCTION BY JAMES WHITCOMB p[Qr\)€sl of Tlcjodghti A BRIGHT REFLECTION. ^^JFT to my recollection,^—^ Drifts in a bright reflection;And it comes from a direction,Where all is filled with cheer:From wood-land dale and brooklets deep and shallow;And the notes of featherd songstersCome drifting to mine ear. The vernal beechen wild-wood,The palace of my child-hood ;Neath spreading boughs of oak-wood,Mong vines and leaves oer head:I view them oer and meadow-fields of clover;The hills of golden
Harvest of thoughts . AARON BELFORD THOMPSON TO MY BELOVED WIFE. INTRODUCTION BY JAMES WHITCOMB p[Qr\)€sl of Tlcjodghti A BRIGHT REFLECTION. ^^JFT to my recollection,^—^ Drifts in a bright reflection;And it comes from a direction,Where all is filled with cheer:From wood-land dale and brooklets deep and shallow;And the notes of featherd songstersCome drifting to mine ear. The vernal beechen wild-wood,The palace of my child-hood ;Neath spreading boughs of oak-wood,Mong vines and leaves oer head:I view them oer and meadow-fields of clover;The hills of golden sweet cherries ripe and red. I hear the wood-land ringing,The wild-birds noise and singing:See the watchful squirrel some large old ancient tree:And a host of barefoot boys,Laden down with childish joys;Wading brooklets, with their trousersbove the knee. JiarOest of TbCiogbls The cattle on the hill,Of sweet grass have had their fill;And beneath the shade stand still,While others lie:Their burden and their strife,Is sustenance through life;Their plague and only torment is the fly.
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