The new minnesinger and other poems By Arran Leigh [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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THE FRESH SPRINGTIDE.
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THE FRESH SPRINGTIDE.
While the earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, shall not cease.
—Genesis viii. 22.
I cannot tell what weal or woe
The coming year may bring;
To me it is enough to know
The birds will wake and sing;
And the simple flowers of long ago
About my pathway spring.
The coming year may bring;
To me it is enough to know
The birds will wake and sing;
And the simple flowers of long ago
About my pathway spring.
I know not if my life be set
To sad or blithesome cheer;
Mine eyes, though they may chance be wet
With many a bitter tear,
Will find the April violet
As fresh as yester year.
To sad or blithesome cheer;
Mine eyes, though they may chance be wet
With many a bitter tear,
Will find the April violet
As fresh as yester year.
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The drooping windflowers, purple-dyed,
Across the woods will blow;
Sweet Nature will not be denied
Her dainty Eden show,
Nor let the saddest from her side
Unblest, ungladden'd go.
Across the woods will blow;
Sweet Nature will not be denied
Her dainty Eden show,
Nor let the saddest from her side
Unblest, ungladden'd go.
Oh, well for us she never may
Tire of her sweet refrain!
Till every tear is wiped away,
Till there is no more pain,
The changeful seasons' soothing sway
Shall keep its constant reign.
Tire of her sweet refrain!
Till every tear is wiped away,
Till there is no more pain,
The changeful seasons' soothing sway
Shall keep its constant reign.
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