Julia Anna Wolcott:
Song-blossoms - new book
ISBN: 9781152805460
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ...My child, you''ve divined it, she f alteringly said; Our family is broken; I''ve watched, day by day, My dearest of kin pass forever away. Oh, our race has known fame! Of its beauty and gold, Over and over the poets have told. To the cities great artists our pictures have borne; But all that is past! Is it strange that I mourn? Now there were the Dandelions, wealthy and gay; The sweet blue-eyed Chicories, down by the way; The great brown-eyed Daisies, who lived on the hills; And their cousins, more fair, in their dainty white frills; The Ragworts, that danced when the plowman''s voice rang, And who heard all the secrets the nesting birds Bang; And pretty Mayweed--she would live in the street; And the Yarrows, whose fringes drooped over their feet. And now they ''re all gone! and the wind paused to say, This morn as he came from the hills down this way, That poor Thistle was dead; and he brought this soft strand Of her silvery hair, to lay in my hand. And Goldenrod ''s aging, his plumes are less gay; And I and my sisters may go any day. E''en our Sunflower is fading; God bless her bright face! Our family has called her the Queen of the Race. And now that we Asters are almost alone, Do you wonder, dear child,--low and sad was her tone,--That we ''re clad, as you see, all in purples and pearl? Tears stood in the eyes of the kind little girl. But a moment they gleamed, then her bright, sunny smile Had dried them all up, and she answered meanwhile: Fair Aster, sweet Aster, pray do not grieve so, Your friends are not dead. Oh, do you not know, That the flowers, now drooping on earth''s loving breast, Have only lain down for their long winter''s rest? They will sleep,... Julia Anna Wolcott, Books, Entertainment, Song-blossoms Books>Entertainment Publisher: Boston, Arena Publishing Co Publication date: 1895 Notes: This is an OCR reprint. There may be numerous typos or missing text. There are no illustrations or indexes. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. You can also preview the book there.<
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Julia Anna Wolcott:
Song-blossoms - new book
ISBN: 9781152805460
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ...My child, you''ve divined it, she f alteringly said; Our family is broken; I''ve watched, day by day, My dearest of kin pass forever away. Oh, our race has known fame! Of its beauty and gold, Over and over the poets have told. To the cities great artists our pictures have borne; But all that is past! Is it strange that I mourn? Now there were the Dandelions, wealthy and gay; The sweet blue-eyed Chicories, down by the way; The great brown-eyed Daisies, who lived on the hills; And their cousins, more fair, in their dainty white frills; The Ragworts, that danced when the plowman''s voice rang, And who heard all the secrets the nesting birds Bang; And pretty Mayweed--she would live in the street; And the Yarrows, whose fringes drooped over their feet. And now they ''re all gone! and the wind paused to say, This morn as he came from the hills down this way, That poor Thistle was dead; and he brought this soft strand Of her silvery hair, to lay in my hand. And Goldenrod ''s aging, his plumes are less gay; And I and my sisters may go any day. E''en our Sunflower is fading; God bless her bright face! Our family has called her the Queen of the Race. And now that we Asters are almost alone, Do you wonder, dear child,--low and sad was her tone,--That we ''re clad, as you see, all in purples and pearl? Tears stood in the eyes of the kind little girl. But a moment they gleamed, then her bright, sunny smile Had dried them all up, and she answered meanwhile: Fair Aster, sweet Aster, pray do not grieve so, Your friends are not dead. Oh, do you not know, That the flowers, now drooping on earth''s loving breast, Have only lain down for their long winter''s rest? They will sleep,... Julia Anna Wolcott, Books, Entertainment, Song-blossoms Books>Entertainment, General Books LLC<
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