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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE MOWING.
I 'll pluck thee—smiling too. Not one salt drop
Shall stain thee:—if these foolish eyes are dim,
'T is only with a wondering thankfulness
That they behold such beauty and such peace,
Such wisdom and such sweetness, in God's world.
Shall stain thee:—if these foolish eyes are dim,
'T is only with a wondering thankfulness
That they behold such beauty and such peace,
Such wisdom and such sweetness, in God's world.
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE MOWING.
LL shimmering in the morning shine And diamonded with dew,
And quivering in the scented wind
That thrills its green heart through,—
The little field, the smiling field,
With all its flowers a-blowing,
How happy looks the golden field
The day before the mowing!
All still 'neath the departing light,
Twilight, though void of stars,
Save where, low westering, Yenus hides
From the red eye of Mars;
How quiet lies the silent field
With all its beauties glowing;
Just stirring,—like a child asleep,—
The night before the mowing.
Twilight, though void of stars,
Save where, low westering, Yenus hides
From the red eye of Mars;
How quiet lies the silent field
With all its beauties glowing;
Just stirring,—like a child asleep,—
The night before the mowing.
