 | Hagar |  |
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SUMMER TREES.
To A. M. W.
O summer trees, in leafy greenness glowing,
'Neath golden rays,
You fill my soul with beauty to o'er-flowing,
These summer days;
O let me bee-like 'mong your leaves and flowers,
Gather all sweetness for the Winter hours.
'Neath golden rays,
You fill my soul with beauty to o'er-flowing,
These summer days;
O let me bee-like 'mong your leaves and flowers,
Gather all sweetness for the Winter hours.
Ye revel in life's bliss or woe unfearing,
And joy to greet
The breeze's kiss, or the wild storm's careering,
Since both are meet.
O! let me wander in your cloistered bowers,
And nerve my soul to meet the Winter hours.
And joy to greet
The breeze's kiss, or the wild storm's careering,
Since both are meet.
O! let me wander in your cloistered bowers,
And nerve my soul to meet the Winter hours.
Beautiful trees, that lift your boughs supremely
In golden air;
Would I might rise as ye, and smile serenely,
On earthly care;
And welcome chilling storms as Summer showers,
And make a May-time of the Winter hours.
In golden air;
Would I might rise as ye, and smile serenely,
On earthly care;
And welcome chilling storms as Summer showers,
And make a May-time of the Winter hours.
O shed your dews upon me, cool the fever,
Of my sad heart!
I'm weary of unrest, the gloom will never
From life depart—
And the clouds gather, the fierce storm lowers,
Which usher in the long, drear Winter hours.
Of my sad heart!
I'm weary of unrest, the gloom will never
From life depart—
And the clouds gather, the fierce storm lowers,
Which usher in the long, drear Winter hours.
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Through the still forest paths I wander lonely,
And ye are there;
Ye lift my soul up, till it sees you only,
And breathes a prayer,
That the calm peace, it finds in these loved bowers;
May give it strength to meet the Winter hours.
And ye are there;
Ye lift my soul up, till it sees you only,
And breathes a prayer,
That the calm peace, it finds in these loved bowers;
May give it strength to meet the Winter hours.
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