| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Leland |
| | | | And softly came the fair young queen |
| O’er mountain, dale, and dell; |
| And where her golden light was seen |
| An emerald shadow fell. |
| The good-wife oped the window wide, |
| The good-man spanned his plough; |
| ’Tis time to run, ’tis time to ride, |
| For Spring is with us now. |
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| | But, old Swedish legends say, |
| Of all the birds upon that day, |
| The swallow felt the deepest grief, |
| And longed to give her Lord relief, |
| And chirped when any near would come, |
| “Hugswala swala swal honom!” |
| Meaning, as they who tell it deem, |
| Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him! |
| 2 |
| | Dark eyes—eternal soul of pride! |
| Deep life in all that’s true! |
| * * * * * |
| Away, away to other skies! |
| Away o’er seas and sands! |
| Such eyes as those were never made |
| To shine in other lands. |
| 3 |
| | If all the world must see the world |
| As the world the world hath seen, |
| Then it were better for the world |
| That the world had never been. |
| 4 |
| | The Lord of Learning who upraised mankind |
| From being silent brutes to singing men. |
| 5 |
| | Time fleeth on, |
| Youth soon is gone, |
| Naught earthly may abide; |
| Life seemeth fast, |
| But may not last— |
| It runs as runs the tide. |
| 6 |
| | Up rose the wild old winter-king, |
| And shook his beard of snow; |
| “I hear the first young hare-bell ring, |
| ’Tis time for me to go! |
| Northward o’er the icy rocks, |
| Northward o’er the sea, |
| My daughter comes with sunny locks: |
| This land’s too warm for me!” |
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