This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...he used to know. Still in his quiet garden old The flowers spill their fragrant gold, Beyond his orchard shadows still Soft sunshine bathes the dreamy hill, Across his fields the yellowing wood Wears still its rich autumnal mood. Tranquil his landscape lies, yet dim With wistful memories of him. Those memories hold a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...he used to know. Still in his quiet garden old The flowers spill their fragrant gold, Beyond his orchard shadows still Soft sunshine bathes the dreamy hill, Across his fields the yellowing wood Wears still its rich autumnal mood. Tranquil his landscape lies, yet dim With wistful memories of him. Those memories hold a kindly spell Beyond my yearning words to tell; For me his name must mingle aye With thoughts of Plymouth old and gray And golden in the dying year, When recollection bears me here, When tranquil memory shall recall The charm and beauty of it all, And kindly friends again I greet And hear the children's voices sweet, Where ancient sycamores enfold The Meeting-house with leafy gold. OLD LONDON GROVE MEETING (1714-1914.) ILE memories of the sainted souls remain, Whose dust in yonder graveyard long has lain, While children yet unborn shall hold The hopes and visions of our sires of old, --Thomas Hovenden Old London Grove Meeting So long dear London Grove shall stand A noble tower of strength in this loved land. 'Neath yon great oak, last Quarterly meeting day, I lingered through the happy hour of noon; I watched the breeze-touched branches softly sway, And heard the locusts chant their sleepy tune Among the emerald meads of fragrant hay, In that calm hour of noon. It was a golden day of Summer peace, The hills of harvest sounded with the song Of reapers garnering the rich increase Of yellow wheat fields; and I lingered long Beneath the ancient oak tree's towering green That rises o'er the grass' velvet sheen And spreads its mighty branches in the breeze Superbly grand and strong. The happy children played beneath the trees And romped around the porch, a joyous band, The while their elders clasped the friendly hand And woke old memories of old days g...
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Add this copy of The Collected Poems of John Russell Hayes to cart. $69.17, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.