Poems of life in the country (1921) (14597615627)

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Title: Poems of life in the country
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Brown, Benjamin Francis, 1845-
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Publisher: Providence, R.I.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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Over the shadowy trees it falls. Photo by Dairies & Nichols. Part College Campus, Ann Arbor, Mich. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE SING ME A SONG Sing me a song from the long ago,As she sang so true and sweet,Till her smile appearsThrough the mists of years,The smile that I loved to meet. Sing me the song that my sweetheart sangOn the beach one summer night, While the breakers dashed On the rocks and flashedLike diamonds in moonlight bright. Sing me a song that the winsome girlSang in the old town hall. Till each felt a thrill And the house grew still;Twas the song that charmed them all. Sing me the song that mj- mother sangWhen I was a little child In her arms to keep Till I fell asleepWhile close to my face she smiled. Just one more song, for twill not be longEre Ill hear the angels sing With a sweeter tone Than Ive ever knownIn the palace of the King. 10
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Sing me the song that my mother sang When I was a little child. Photo by Sabine, Providence, R. I. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE WINTER How the wind whistles and rattles the blindsWhile the rain and sleet strike the window panes, And the Storm-King marshals his hosts and hndsEvery place where a hole or crevice remains. The snow sifts in when the gusts fly past.The drifts whirl over the garden wall. The storms of winter are here at lastDraping the sky with a leaden pall. The back-log lies in the wide fireplace.And the burning embers search its heart, While the glowing fire creeps on apace.Tearing its sinews of oak apart. Let the storm go on, we defy the cold, We are cosy and warm in the lamp-lit room, While the apples roast in the ashes oldAnd the walnuts crack to meet their doom We gather around the fireside nowAnd talk of the days in the long ago, Of the glorious times we had and how We would race our steeds over ice and snow. Let the winter come, there are joys it bringsTo the boys an