The Lincoln book of Poems
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i8 THE SANGAMON'S GLORY Ah, Sangamon awind among the little hills, Full fed by many bursting brooks, and tumbling rills, Until Thy widening, wandering bed Through broadening, flowered banks of green is led !
What beauties here of hill, and wood, and field; Of grasses soft, and flowers, many hued, Thy path- ways yield!
What waters clear, and shadowing myriad leaves Are fluttering in Thy darkened depth where spreading trees Bend over Thee to touch Thy breast with finger tips of love!
What massive..., fleeting banks of snowy clouds above Are mirrored in Thy passive, dreaming, beauteous eyes!
What fire of red, and purpled evening's darkened skies At times seem resting on Thy Mother breast.
As day-light sinks to night below the wolding west!
And yet. Oh Sangamon of beauteous, wondrous mem.
To lingering, loving, memory haunted lovers it would seem That Thou art glorious, not because of these Thy flowers, shadowed leaves, and bending trees; Thy banks of green enclosing tender mother brea!st; Nor yet because of Thy reflected beauties o' the west ; But Thou art wondrous, more, O haunted stream Because, upon Thy banks THEY dreamed their dream Of love of home to be, of hope the future held When their two lives the coming years would weld lo one great heart; and thus, they, wandering, talked ^ 19 Of love, and home, as down thy winding, flowered paths they walked At evening time amid the scented days of balmy June, When love, and flowers were bursting into living bloom.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
i8 THE SANGAMON'S GLORY Ah, Sangamon awind among the little hills, Full fed by many bursting brooks, and tumbling rills, Until Thy widening, wandering bed Through broadening, flowered banks of green is led !
What beauties here of hill, and wood, and field; Of grasses soft, and flowers, many hued, Thy path- ways yield!
What waters clear, and shadowing myriad leaves Are fluttering in Thy darkened depth where spreading trees Bend over Thee to touch Thy breast with finger tips of love!
What massive..., fleeting banks of snowy clouds above Are mirrored in Thy passive, dreaming, beauteous eyes!
What fire of red, and purpled evening's darkened skies At times seem resting on Thy Mother breast.
As day-light sinks to night below the wolding west!
And yet. Oh Sangamon of beauteous, wondrous mem.
To lingering, loving, memory haunted lovers it would seem That Thou art glorious, not because of these Thy flowers, shadowed leaves, and bending trees; Thy banks of green enclosing tender mother brea!st; Nor yet because of Thy reflected beauties o' the west ; But Thou art wondrous, more, O haunted stream Because, upon Thy banks THEY dreamed their dream Of love of home to be, of hope the future held When their two lives the coming years would weld lo one great heart; and thus, they, wandering, talked ^ 19 Of love, and home, as down thy winding, flowered paths they walked At evening time amid the scented days of balmy June, When love, and flowers were bursting into living bloom.
What to read after The Lincoln book of Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Stidger, William L. (William Le Roy), 1886- to read onlineMoreLess
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