Old Year Leaves Being Old Verses Revised: By H. T. Mackenzie Bell ... New Edition |
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A SUMMER SCENE.
Bright beams of sunlight gild the lawn,
And the whole landscape seems as drawn
From some enchanter's treasure;—
The songsters carol loud and clear,
Ah, how I dearly love to hear
Their sweet melodious measure.
And the whole landscape seems as drawn
From some enchanter's treasure;—
The songsters carol loud and clear,
Ah, how I dearly love to hear
Their sweet melodious measure.
And while I loiter 'neath the trees,
Delicious perfumes by the breeze
Are wafted from the hay-field,
Where village urchins pleasure court,
And making round the ricks their sport,
Transform it to a play-field.
Delicious perfumes by the breeze
Are wafted from the hay-field,
Where village urchins pleasure court,
And making round the ricks their sport,
Transform it to a play-field.
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Must this fair vision fade away?
It must—and for its death to-day
I feel a sense of sorrow;
But gladness comes to fill its place
When Hope reminds with smiling face—
“'Twill live again to-morrow.”
It must—and for its death to-day
I feel a sense of sorrow;
But gladness comes to fill its place
When Hope reminds with smiling face—
“'Twill live again to-morrow.”
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