My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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“
It
is a merry Maiden,
With spirits light as air;
While others go heart-laden,
And make the most of care,
She trips along with laughter:
Old Care may hobble after.
With spirits light as air;
While others go heart-laden,
And make the most of care,
She trips along with laughter:
Old Care may hobble after.
“A sunbeam straight from heaven
She dances in my room;
The gladdest thing e'er given
To cheer a heart or home:
My stream of life may darkle,
She makes the brighter sparkle.
She dances in my room;
The gladdest thing e'er given
To cheer a heart or home:
My stream of life may darkle,
She makes the brighter sparkle.
“Her smile it is the Morning
That turns the mist to pearls;
All thought of sadness scorning,
She shakes her sunny curls;
And, with her merry glancing,
She sets all hearts a-dancing.”
That turns the mist to pearls;
All thought of sadness scorning,
She shakes her sunny curls;
And, with her merry glancing,
She sets all hearts a-dancing.”
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