Poems by George P. Morris with a memoir of the author |
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[The spring-time of love is both happy and gay
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[The spring-time of love is both happy and gay ]
SONG—FREDERICA.
The spring-time of love is both happy and gay,
For Joy sprinkles blossoms and balm in our way;
The sky, earth, and ocean, in beauty repose,
And all the bright future is couleur de rose!
For Joy sprinkles blossoms and balm in our way;
The sky, earth, and ocean, in beauty repose,
And all the bright future is couleur de rose!
The summer of love is the bloom of the heart,
When hill, grove, and valley their music impart;
And the pure glow of heaven is seen in fond eyes,
As lakes show the rainbow that's hung in the skies!
When hill, grove, and valley their music impart;
And the pure glow of heaven is seen in fond eyes,
As lakes show the rainbow that's hung in the skies!
The autumn of love is the season of cheer—
Life's mild Indian summer, the smile of the year—
Which comes when the golden-ripe harvest is stored,
And yields its own blessings, repose, and reward.
Life's mild Indian summer, the smile of the year—
Which comes when the golden-ripe harvest is stored,
And yields its own blessings, repose, and reward.
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The winter of love is the beam that we win,
While the storm howls without, from the sunshine within.
Love's reign is eternal—the heart is his throne,
And he has all seasons of life for his own.
While the storm howls without, from the sunshine within.
Love's reign is eternal—the heart is his throne,
And he has all seasons of life for his own.
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