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. 1909 Excerpt: ...glints of glittering gold; XVIII Then the violets came, and roses, And the lillies followed too, And a thousand sweet wild flowers On these hills in beauty grew. XIX Fruits of every kind abounded; Trees and plants and bushes gay Teemed with fruitage most delicious, Everywhere I chose to stray. XX When the Autumn came, ...
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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. 1909 Excerpt: ...glints of glittering gold; XVIII Then the violets came, and roses, And the lillies followed too, And a thousand sweet wild flowers On these hills in beauty grew. XIX Fruits of every kind abounded; Trees and plants and bushes gay Teemed with fruitage most delicious, Everywhere I chose to stray. XX When the Autumn came, the forests Donned their robes of golden brown, And from nut-trees fell the treasures Which the breeze sent rustling down; Carti) XXI And at last, when pinching winter Brought its gales of drifting snow, Happy hearts and smiling faces Sat about the wood-fire's glow. XXII Thus by song and game and story Winter days are passed in cheer; And before its stay grows tedious Springtime joys again appear. XXIII There's a road that passed the school house, And wound eastward to the lake, There when evening drew its curtains Often I a stroll did take. XXIV And there sitting in the moonlight, I have watched the waters gleam, And built castles for the future Which I find were but a dream; And there often in the sunlight I have watched the wavelets play, As they climbed the shore and kissed it, And as softly sped away. XXVI There's a way of wondrous beauty, By the graveyard to the mills; Where a high bridge spans the mill-pond And it nestles 'mid the hills; XXVII There I've often in life's springtime Watched the sunset's golden glow, Saw it gild the distant hilltops, And the waters blaze below. XXVIII And how often have I wandered By this beauteous river's side, Picking flowers, or from the ledges Casting stones into the tide. OBatti) XXIX There were paths through tangled forests, Where the bushes and the vines So entwined I had to part them, Where I've traveled many times, XXX Picking nuts or hunting berries, Looking for a place to fish, Or in youth's swe...
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