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ON THE PLAINS
Slip girth and let the old horse graze;
The noon grows heavy on the air.
Kindle the tiny camp fire's blaze,
And 'neath the shade, as monarch there,
Take thou thine ease:;
For hours like these
A king had bartered satrapies!
The noon grows heavy on the air.
Kindle the tiny camp fire's blaze,
And 'neath the shade, as monarch there,
Take thou thine ease:;
For hours like these
A king had bartered satrapies!
Here lie and watch, thro' smoke-wreaths cool,
By yon sunk log and floating wrack,
The emperor of the silent pool,
The stately heron, white and black,
Afar from heat,
Upon his beat,
Knee-deep in shallowy retreat.
By yon sunk log and floating wrack,
The emperor of the silent pool,
The stately heron, white and black,
Afar from heat,
Upon his beat,
Knee-deep in shallowy retreat.
O mellow air! O sunny light!
O Hope and Youth that pass away!
Inscribe in letters of delight
Upon each heart one golden day–
To be there set
When we forget
There is a joy in living yet!
O Hope and Youth that pass away!
Inscribe in letters of delight
Upon each heart one golden day–
To be there set
When we forget
There is a joy in living yet!
