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... underneath its shade Lie in their last long sleep . Oh ! there a soothing quiet reigns I never find elsewhere : It smiles amid the mellowed light , And floats upon the air . No high - born folk in rich attire Within it take their seat ...
... underneath its shade Lie in their last long sleep . Oh ! there a soothing quiet reigns I never find elsewhere : It smiles amid the mellowed light , And floats upon the air . No high - born folk in rich attire Within it take their seat ...
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... underneath that roof appeared As blessings from above ; While often on the day of rest , The sweetest of the seven , That earthly temple's quietude Seemed like a glimpse of heaven . Long , long may I , with gladdened heart , Frequent ...
... underneath that roof appeared As blessings from above ; While often on the day of rest , The sweetest of the seven , That earthly temple's quietude Seemed like a glimpse of heaven . Long , long may I , with gladdened heart , Frequent ...
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... at her look : The storms relaxed their fury , And drew their curtain back , And stretched an arch of glory Across her shining track . Above the hills she hovered , While underneath her feet 34 SONGS OF THE HEART . IX.
... at her look : The storms relaxed their fury , And drew their curtain back , And stretched an arch of glory Across her shining track . Above the hills she hovered , While underneath her feet 34 SONGS OF THE HEART . IX.
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William Blake Atkinson. Above the hills she hovered , While underneath her feet In clusters sprung the daisies , As if her touch to greet : She wandered o'er the meadows , And from their grassy mould The buttercups and cowslips Arose in ...
William Blake Atkinson. Above the hills she hovered , While underneath her feet In clusters sprung the daisies , As if her touch to greet : She wandered o'er the meadows , And from their grassy mould The buttercups and cowslips Arose in ...
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... underneath the breeze , and rolled be- fore the blast . And now the sturdy reaper comes , at the call of harvest- time , And the ready grain is levelled , in all its golden prime : It bows before the sickle's edge , and sinks upon 38 ...
... underneath the breeze , and rolled be- fore the blast . And now the sturdy reaper comes , at the call of harvest- time , And the ready grain is levelled , in all its golden prime : It bows before the sickle's edge , and sinks upon 38 ...
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