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POEMS.
Eyes of blue that softly beamed
Had that angel sister;
Golden hair like sunlight gleamed
In her coffin, and it seemed
That of her we always dreamed,
And forever missed her.
Had that angel sister;
Golden hair like sunlight gleamed
In her coffin, and it seemed
That of her we always dreamed,
And forever missed her.
July.
The poets all their lyres attune
To sing of leafy, golden June
When Nature dons her gala dress,
And crowns the earth with loveliness;
But, sweltering with fervent heat
That in July is hard to beat,
They all with one accord deny
There 's any beauty in July.
To sing of leafy, golden June
When Nature dons her gala dress,
And crowns the earth with loveliness;
But, sweltering with fervent heat
That in July is hard to beat,
They all with one accord deny
There 's any beauty in July.
Why, in July the world's aglow
With richer tints, a grander show
Than ever yet awoke their praise
For June's entrancing, radiant days!
For flower, and leaf, and everything
Reflects the promise of the Spring,
And June's incipient plan and thought
July has to perfection wrought.
With richer tints, a grander show
Than ever yet awoke their praise
For June's entrancing, radiant days!
For flower, and leaf, and everything
Reflects the promise of the Spring,
And June's incipient plan and thought
July has to perfection wrought.
