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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Advance through all aeons With orisons To God, knowing, loving, And still growing. DANDELION. The dandelion has once more come, To drop blossoms of gold On lawn and meadow, to welcome Sweet flowers, manifold; To multiply fast in the fields As warm, balmy winds blow, Increasing from one, countless yields, To make the landscape glow. These gems of gold so thick in grass, As making fairies smile, And human eyes sparkle to pass, Are ever free from guile. They become more beautiful still, As the gold turns to white, Forming wondrous seed-globes on hill And plain, ever in sight. As their seeds perfect rise aloft On wings by help of wind, They seem to be celestial oft, And moved by will of mind. The dandelions thus are exalted, Imparting lessons high, To help souls be wise and sainted And feel, God is near by. EARLY SPRING. Once more fresh spring has come, To make all new, To arch the vales and hills With deepest blue; The sparrows have their wills And robins, too. Warm rains and sunshine fall In turn and mass, To grow things great and small, The bud and grass, To cover field and wall, To be first-class. t Leafage soon robes the woods, To be all fanned By breeze from shore and sea, Mountain and land, For a panacea, Ever at hand. The arbutus now smiles In the lone dell; The bluets star the fields Without a knell; Cold winter to spring yields With joyous spell. Now earth is full of life With all so new; For spring brings forth summer With crystal dew And would have all glimmer For rarest view. Who does n’t like early spring With its high calls,
Up higher in the light Where nothing palls, But all live where ‘tis bright And naught enthralls ?
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Advance through all aeons With orisons To God, knowing, loving, And still growing. DANDELION. The dandelion has once more come, To drop blossoms of gold On lawn and meadow, to welcome Sweet flowers, manifold; To multiply fast in the fields As warm, balmy winds blow, Increasing from one, countless yields, To make the landscape glow. These gems of gold so thick in grass, As making fairies smile, And human eyes sparkle to pass, Are ever free from guile. They become more beautiful still, As the gold turns to white, Forming wondrous seed-globes on hill And plain, ever in sight. As their seeds perfect rise aloft On wings by help of wind, They seem to be celestial oft, And moved by will of mind. The dandelions thus are exalted, Imparting lessons high, To help souls be wise and sainted And feel, God is near by. EARLY SPRING. Once more fresh spring has come, To make all new, To arch the vales and hills With deepest blue; The sparrows have their wills And robins, too. Warm rains and sunshine fall In turn and mass, To grow things great and small, The bud and grass, To cover field and wall, To be first-class. t Leafage soon robes the woods, To be all fanned By breeze from shore and sea, Mountain and land, For a panacea, Ever at hand. The arbutus now smiles In the lone dell; The bluets star the fields Without a knell; Cold winter to spring yields With joyous spell. Now earth is full of life With all so new; For spring brings forth summer With crystal dew And would have all glimmer For rarest view. Who does n’t like early spring With its high calls,
Up higher in the light Where nothing palls, But all live where ‘tis bright And naught enthralls ?
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