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Poems (Angier)/Everything Speaks to Me

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4565418Poems — Everything Speaks to MeAnnie Lanman Angier
EVERYTHING SPEAKS TO ME.
Everything speaks to me,Voices each hourBreathe o'er my spiritA hallowing power;Softly they seem to say—Wilt thou attend?Message I bear for thee,'Tis from a friend.
Dawn of the morning,Setting sun's ray;Noon, with its busy hum,Evening clouds gray;Twilight's calm hour,That whispers of rest,To the toil-worn and wearyA heaven-sent guest.
Last rose of summer,First fall of snow;Wail of the winter-wind,Foretelling woe; Bright hues of autumn,That smile at decay;And, saint-like, seem gladTo be passing away.
Teachers so gentle,Lessons so wise;Who can resist them?Who dare despise?E'en sages in wisdom,To Nature's book turn;From insect and lilyBid ignorance learn.
Song of the whip-poor-will;Buzz of the bee;Coo of the ring-dove,Flower on the lea;Bird, breeze, and blossom,Stars gemming night's pall;Everything speaks to me,Voices have all.