Poems of life in the country and by the sea (1915) (14767162502)

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Title: Poems of life in the country and by the sea
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Brown, Benjamin Francis, 1845-
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Publisher: Columbus, Ohio : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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iled, postpaid. Prices as follows : In Sunburst Cover $0.50 Soft flexible leather cover, gilt stamp.... 1.00 INTRODUCTORY THIS little volume of verses has many lineswhich, while 1 read, make me, in imagi-nation, actually present among the scenes andwith the associations there portrayed—in fact,these verses are born of my life in the countryamong the hills and valleys of New England,born of my schooldays in the schoolhouse onthe hill, of the days on the old farm, ofthe school exhibitions, singing schools, andmany other happy times in childhood, youth,and later years. I hope these verses may touch the feelingsof many who read them, and that, like thetreasures in our memories, while we sit bythe fireside and ponder them oer, peace maycomfort our hearts like a sweet benediction. On the Old Farm was the home of myboyhood, and many years ago the home ofGeneral Israel Putnam, famous in the recordsof the War of the Revolution. I cordiallywelcome the readers of this little book. B. F. BROWN.
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The days farewell to the summer night.In Michigan Photo by Miss Oostdyk POEMS From Lifes Experience THE SUMMER MORN A blush of pink melting in the blue With a lingering star just peeping through, A glow of light where the robin sings, The breath of the roses blossomings, The silvery webs on the meadow grass, With tiny dewdrops overcast. The soft air stirred by the waking breeze To a low sweet song through the leafy trees, A thrill of joy in our souls newborn,— All tell of the beautiful summer morn. —From New England Masacine, by B. F. Brown. THE SUNSET A royal gem was the rosy west,Of heavens works the loveliest,Draped with a sheen of opal light,The days farewell to the summer night. We watched while the Artist changed its tone,Till the brightest tints had softer grown,And as we gazed on the picture fair,We felt the hand of the Master there. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE CURTAIN OF NIGHT Over the shadowy trees it falls.Over the ivy-mantled walls.Over each stone and silent grave,