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POEMS.
When sweetest notes of melody,
From tuneful birds in every tree,
Seemed warbled but to gladden me.
From tuneful birds in every tree,
Seemed warbled but to gladden me.
I waited when the sun was low,
And bathed the woodlands in a glow
Of tints that art could not bestow.
And bathed the woodlands in a glow
Of tints that art could not bestow.
A hand unseen, beneficent,
The rainbow's arch of splendor bent
With dying sunset glories blent.
The rainbow's arch of splendor bent
With dying sunset glories blent.
I waited while the veil of night
Was slowly drawn before my sight
And fastened with a star of light.
Was slowly drawn before my sight
And fastened with a star of light.
When slumber reigned the world around,
I waited still the glad rebound
Of hope, by sweet fruition crowned.
I waited still the glad rebound
Of hope, by sweet fruition crowned.
Thus day by day, from earliest dawn
Till evening's latest guest is gone,
With lagging pace the hours go on.
Till evening's latest guest is gone,
With lagging pace the hours go on.
Still patiently I meditate
On brighter days, that soon or late,
Will surely come, if I but wait.
On brighter days, that soon or late,
Will surely come, if I but wait.
