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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:42:27 GMT -8
Come Back To Me
O do not judge me when the trees are bare,
When the wind is shrill and frost is in the air
The sheltered vale within the woodland said
Come back to me when I am garbed in green
When Springtime regins again a fairy queen
When I can wear my lacy grown with pride
And sweet arbutus open their petals wide
Come back to me when clear my brooklets sing
When I my vaunted beauty gaily fling
Come bakc to me when I am freshly drest
With myriad floral sprays upon my breast
When rising stately from their mossy beds
The lady slippers bow their graceful heads
When violets and clintonia spread around
Their cheerful colors o'er the fertile ground
Come back to me when Maytime skies are blue
And I wilil be a hostess fair to you
Come back to me when warm the western breeze
Sighs liltingly throughout my greening trees
Come back when robin song is in the air
When Maytime sun is shining bright and fair
Come back to me when joy is on the wing
And join the happy chorus of the Spring
By Russell B. Zinack
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:47:29 GMT -8
Points Of View
The earth ws parched and dry
There came a welcome rain
When morning came the faded world
Seemed fresh and new again
The optimist arose
He viewed the world with glee
"Just look at the my zinnias
They've grown a foot!" quote he.
The pessimist looked out
His long face longer grew
"That all-night rain sure helped the weeds."
And a gusty sigh he blew
The optimist when out
He got his rake and hoe
He pulled the weeds and threw them away
To let his flowers grow,
And so it is with Life,
There are weeds and flowers too
And whcih predominates depends
Much on one's point of view.
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:54:48 GMT -8
O Brother Man
O brother man, fold to thy heart thy Brother
When pity dwells, the peace of God is there;
To worship rightly is to love each other.
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Follow with reverent steps the great example
Of Him whose holy work was dong good;
So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple,
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude,
Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor
Of wild war-music o'er the earth shall cease;
Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,
And in it's ashes paint the treeof peace.
By John Greenleaf Whittier
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:59:25 GMT -8
Daisies
At evening wen I go to bed
Isee the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daises white
That dot the meadow of night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go;
It's a lady, sweet and fair,
For, when at morning I arise
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
By Frank Dempster Sherman
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 19:02:56 GMT -8
Just Once
But once I pass this wya,
And then... and ten
The silent door swings on it's hinges------
Opens, closes....and no more I pass this way
So, whil I may
Wll all my might I will eassy
Sweet comfort and delight
To all I meet upon the Pilgrim way,
For no man travels twice the Great Highway
That winds through darkness up to tthe light
Through night, today.
By John Oxenham
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 19:05:46 GMT -8
The Crowds
The crowds looked for a king who wore a crown
The Kings of Kings wlaked down their village street----
A humble man who wore seamless robe
And dusty sandals on His weary feet.
The crowds were looking for Messiah's day
And restiution for the nation's loss,
How sad, that ma looked and only saw
A carpenter nailed to the center corss.
By J. Barber Bradford
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Aug 7, 2009 12:53:58 GMT -8
Autumn Air
Today the autumn air was honed and thin,
The ivy vine was scarlet overlaid
With patterned gold, I bought the peppers in.
Globes of polished ruby, tinged with jade.
Then at dusk, I heard the wild geese pass
Though the sky was too dark to see
This morning frost lay white upon the grass
And there was gold-leaf on the maple tree
By these signs we put the long years by,
When thoughts are gentle sheep with the fold,
When unseen music, haunts the darkened sky
And quiet days are fallen leaves of gold.
Alma Robinson Highee in Christian Sciene Monitor.
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Aug 7, 2009 12:57:30 GMT -8
Misunderstood
"Nobody understands me." - what a silly thing to say
When your face, your actions and your ways show clearly day by day
Whom you love and how much you give
And what are the standards by which you live,
Don't worry of no one can read you mind
And see all the thoughts and hopes that find
A place in your heart - don't fret, don't complain
All of us feel-- some days--just that same!
From Home and Country
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