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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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Over the shadowy trees it falls. Photo by Daines & Nichols. Part College Campus, Ann Arbor, Mich. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE WINTER DAY Bright is the dawn of the winter morn And icy the winds that blowThrough the valleys and over the hills, Curling the drifts of snow. The storm is over, the stars grow dim, The moon sinks in the west,A rosy glow on the hills of snow, A morning with beauty blest. In the forest nook, by the ice-bound brook,The pine trees wear a shroud. And over their green its folds are seenWhite as a summer cloud. Now the sleigh bells ring, and the horses flingTheir hoofs on the polished road, And the happy throng, as they glide along,Is life with joy oerflowed. Theres a charming play of the winter dayOn the heart, with a touch that thrills, And the cords of life grow strong for strifeAnd the soul with courage fills. 10
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The Winter Day. In Connecticut POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERlENCe THE SCHOOL EXHIBITION The skool exhibition, why ant you a-goin?1 hey say that our skolars will make a big showin;The hull skool cummitty will be there ter-night,And the children will bring lots of candles to light. Down in the Smith Valley they had one last night,And them as has seen, sed twant much of a sight;And in the Jones deestrick they didnt do well,But well show em how, make em think for a snell. Jims a-practicin now, every evening this week,Hes up in the atick, you kin hear his boots squeak;Hes goin ter speak of an Injun so braveThat hed swim till he drowned, fore hed be a darnslave. You know, our Salomiell stand up and recite,Shell look terribul nice, goin ter dress all in white.Jed Stebbins, hes borrowed a yaller box sleigh,Throwd out all ther seats, put in sum bog hay. An reckins hell carry ez manys a duzen.By usin two bosses, got one from his cuzin.Cy, hell do the drivin and Jed pack em in.Theyre sure ter git there

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