Treasures of poetry; being an extensive collection from the best productions of poetry and song representating a wide range of authors and containing poems of the home circle, narratives, beauties of (14590901068)
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Identifier: treasuresofpoetr01byer (find matches)
Title: Treasures of poetry; being an extensive collection from the best productions of poetry and song representating a wide range of authors and containing poems of the home circle, narratives, beauties of nature, poems of sentiment and reflection, of sorrow and bereavement, of childhood and youth, etc., etc., and a large department of poems relating to religion and the spiritual life
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Byers, Andrew L., 1869- (from old catalog) comp Johnson, Eva R., (from old catalog) joint comp
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: Anderson, Ind., Gospel trumpet company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress
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me souls away, Sweetly to surprise us the last day! Maby Bolles Bbanoh. NATURE. Rippling brook and flowing streamIn the sparkling sunlight gleam,Making merry faces beam With their gladsome story;Soft their music floats away,Where the evening zephyrs play,Where the siren singers stay In their verdant glory. See blest virgin Nature smile,In her queenly robes the while;Man of earth she would beguile With her flowing tresses.Bright her face with blooming flowers,Sweet the odor from her bowers,Fresh her sparkling April showers, Mid her warm caresses. Hills and valleys robed in green,Winding rivers flow between,There the rustic rocks are seen Where the water splashes;On the rising silvery spray,Rainbow colors seem to play,Painted by the orb of day, In the sunlight flashes. Soft the kisses of her lips,Sweet the honeydew she sips,From her hand of mercy drips Every single blessing.With her arms embracing me,I am safe as I can be,When I come on bended knee, Natures God confessing. B. E. Wabbhn.
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NATURE POEMS. 119 MOUNT HOOD. Crown of the Cascade mountain range, Imperial Hood, I sing of thee—Of the vast presence, weird and strange,That neither time nor storms can change—Of thy sublimity! Robed like the Great White Throne of God, In awful grandeur thou dost riseAbove Columbias fretful flood,Above a wild, mysterious wood,To pierce the vaulted skies. The song-birds carol from the trees, The tender flowers in beauty bloom,When softly tempered, balmy breezeComes from the far-off western seas,Dispelling all thy gloom. In lonely forests, far below, The timid deer sports day by day, Where raging torrents ceaseless flow, Fed by everlasting snow,And peace doth reign alway. Above the clouds the snowy crest Receives the first kiss of the sun,The last kiss ere it sinks to restOn broad Pacifics heaving breast,As days pass one by one. Bathed by the full moons pale, soft light, Ive seen thee oft and bowed beforeThy majesty, and in Gods sightHave watched full many a pleasant nightTo worshi