 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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TWO SUMMER DAYS.
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“June 17th.
“It was only a little bunch of clover-blossoms gathered for her, near a way-side station, soon after our parties were introduced on the East-bound train. But how much it meant! That was just one year ago to-day,—and now we are going back together!”—
From his Letter.
A year ago this day, my girl,
The clover told a thing to you,
Amid the stir and noisy whirl
Of wheels, as toward his home we flew;
And now you know how fond and true
The thing the clover said to you.
The clover told a thing to you,
Amid the stir and noisy whirl
Of wheels, as toward his home we flew;
And now you know how fond and true
The thing the clover said to you.
With modest mirth and girlish grace,
You took the gift and lightly smiled;
You pressed it softly to your face,
(What wonder that the flower grew wild!)
And now, in thought, again we trace,
The clover bloom, the girlish grace.
You took the gift and lightly smiled;
You pressed it softly to your face,
(What wonder that the flower grew wild!)
And now, in thought, again we trace,
The clover bloom, the girlish grace.
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Over the self-same road again
You journey,—yours the homeward way;
And bright upon that Western plain
The nodding clover smiles to-day;
And still, though not in lightsome play,
It has a blessed thing to say.
You journey,—yours the homeward way;
And bright upon that Western plain
The nodding clover smiles to-day;
And still, though not in lightsome play,
It has a blessed thing to say.
Still waves the clover in the sun,
And whispers near the whirring track:
“Two lives are floating into one,
Two travellers are speeding back.
God bless them both till Heaven is won,
And bless the love in bloom begun!”
And whispers near the whirring track:
“Two lives are floating into one,
Two travellers are speeding back.
God bless them both till Heaven is won,
And bless the love in bloom begun!”
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |