Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Florence EarleCoates1065 Songs
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And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
And the wild rose breathes for me.
I feel the sap through the bough returning,
I share the skylark’s transport fine,
I know the fountain’s way ward yearning;
I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,
Still well remembered, grieve not me;
From all that darkened and deceived
Upsoars my spirit free.
For soft the hours repeat one story,
Sings the sea one strain divine,
My clouds arise all flushed with glory;
I love, and the world is mine!
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Snow smooths a bed for the clover,
Life flames anew, and days to come
Are sweet as the days that are over.
Faith builds on the ruins of sorrow,
The halcyon flutters in winter’s track,
And night makes way for the morrow.
Sings on in the heart of the lover—
In death sings on—that days to come
Are sweet as the days that are over!