After Long Grief
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps; Where water flows, within whose lazy deeps, Like silvery prisms where the sunbeams drowse, The minnows twinkle; where the bells of cows Tinkle the stillness; and the bobwhite keeps Calling from meadows where the reaper reaps, And children's laughter haunts an oldtime house: A place where life wears ever an honest smell Of hay and honey, sun and elder-bloom, - Like some sweet, simple girl, - within her hair; Where, with our love for comrade, we may dwell Far from the city's strife, whose cares consume. - Oh, take my hand and let me lead you there.
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"There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs..."
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