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Waifs And Strays.
Nay , look him proudly in the face , As one would greet with gentle grace , The last descendant of a race . He wanders from an unknown shore , Where earth-horn troubles harm no more ; Why offer him our mandragore ?
With cypress' wreaths and sad farewells , Funereal urns and solemn knells , As if Grief lived in stones and hells . Aye , heed the warning , list the chime , That minds us of a state sublime , And wait God ' s own appointed time . Blot out all tears , thou Sovereign Light , and the
Quench sorrow , gloomy night , And lead our thoughts to Thee aright . W . BKAILSFOBD .
A Forest Invitation.
A FOREST INVITATION .
UP in the forest glades am I , Seeking light in the cowslip ' s eye , Looking for love where love is met , In the lids of the fragrant violet , Blooming beneath the hawthorn tree , Simple as all true love should be . Herethrough the leaf I
, y ways pass , Over the flowers and dew-filled grass ; Music , where ' er I chance to go , In trees above , and rills below , Over the pebbles , one by one , The babbling brook moves gently on , And glides a silvery stream away , To greet the face of blushing day .
High in the oak the merlin sings , And fondly plumes his glossy wings . Softly I tread , for mosses grow In cheerful verdure , still as snow . The springs , the leaves , the gentle flowers , Awake kind thoughts , when fleeting hours Bring evening ' s shades and dusky night , And stars in gleaming radiance bright .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Waifs And Strays.
Nay , look him proudly in the face , As one would greet with gentle grace , The last descendant of a race . He wanders from an unknown shore , Where earth-horn troubles harm no more ; Why offer him our mandragore ?
With cypress' wreaths and sad farewells , Funereal urns and solemn knells , As if Grief lived in stones and hells . Aye , heed the warning , list the chime , That minds us of a state sublime , And wait God ' s own appointed time . Blot out all tears , thou Sovereign Light , and the
Quench sorrow , gloomy night , And lead our thoughts to Thee aright . W . BKAILSFOBD .
A Forest Invitation.
A FOREST INVITATION .
UP in the forest glades am I , Seeking light in the cowslip ' s eye , Looking for love where love is met , In the lids of the fragrant violet , Blooming beneath the hawthorn tree , Simple as all true love should be . Herethrough the leaf I
, y ways pass , Over the flowers and dew-filled grass ; Music , where ' er I chance to go , In trees above , and rills below , Over the pebbles , one by one , The babbling brook moves gently on , And glides a silvery stream away , To greet the face of blushing day .
High in the oak the merlin sings , And fondly plumes his glossy wings . Softly I tread , for mosses grow In cheerful verdure , still as snow . The springs , the leaves , the gentle flowers , Awake kind thoughts , when fleeting hours Bring evening ' s shades and dusky night , And stars in gleaming radiance bright .