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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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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,Over the church from tower to nave.Over the city that tries in vainTo win its light the day again, Over the sea till each darkening rollGrown darker and black like a ruined soul,Over us all with insistent creepFalls the curtain of nightTill the world is asleep. The curtain of night, ah! who can sayWhen, never again it will end the day,Or, when will appear its last uprollThrough the endless blue towrd its mystic goal FALLING LEAVES Falling leaves, falling leaves, Back to earth,Back to the source that gave them birth.So do we, lifes voyage past.Take down the sails, release the mast,And willing, cross the storm-lashed beachOur Fathers welcome home to reach.
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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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