. Sunshine and roses . Oh the little torn books are no longer In use and the red bounden slateWith initials, crude carved in the frame-work, The sponge and the pencil that lateHas been chewed and been hacked with a penknife,— And the seat, the whole vacant endSets staring, a blatant remembrance Of thoughts of my little boys friend. .a(Mmj c. And ever the ranks are a-thinning And early lifes lessons beginAnd the little forms quake with a tremor As Fate sits and leers with a vain do I wish I might gather My little boy to me and sendCare a-gallop forever and save him Thoughts such as of h


. Sunshine and roses . Oh the little torn books are no longer In use and the red bounden slateWith initials, crude carved in the frame-work, The sponge and the pencil that lateHas been chewed and been hacked with a penknife,— And the seat, the whole vacant endSets staring, a blatant remembrance Of thoughts of my little boys friend. .a(Mmj c. And ever the ranks are a-thinning And early lifes lessons beginAnd the little forms quake with a tremor As Fate sits and leers with a vain do I wish I might gather My little boy to me and sendCare a-gallop forever and save him Thoughts such as of his little boy friend! --x^ ^M ^ A LAY OF HOME. O tune me a lay of a lowly roofed thatch, A lay close of kin to the loam;O tune it to chord with a feeling I catch When I think of a once humble home. O sing the words soft, to a minor pitched key,With a pathos so gentle, sublime; Let the cadences glide, not from monotonefree,And careless of meter and rhyme. ?M O sing it, or drone it, or whisper it low,But a-tune to the soul of the past, A-raptured by feelings that no one may know,Unenthralled by memories that last. O tune it and wing it and set it a-floatIn the tireless arms of the breeze To lull me to sleep with its sweet cadenced noteMong the leaves of the eer verdant trees. >n^!


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