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Title: Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Wilson, John Byers
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Publisher: Cincinnati, Press of Jennings and Graham
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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smoke-house, the woodshed, stables, pens. The orchard, the garden-walk, and the old dinner bell;And the big Bell-flower apple, that throws its limbs so wide,And shades the curb and walk all round the old home well.Oh ! that old home well!What stories it could tell.Of the thirsty boys, who gathered round the old home well;And who dashed and splashed each other, round the old homewell; Oh, the spell of the bell.When on our ears it fell.Loudly calling us to dinner, when we gathered round the well,An all grabbed holts an rastled round the old home well. Once again I lower the butter, to keep it sweet and cool. And the big watermelons, when August days come round,Eor the neighbor boys on Sunday—they never missed a day— And now the thinkin o them makes my lone heart bound;Once again from the old bucket I fill the granite cup. But sadly gaze into it, as if held by a spell;For I think I see the faces and lips that lined its rim, And hear their jokes and laughter round this dear old well.
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Oh, this deep ohl well!What stories it could tell,Of sweethearts at our parties, who d steal out here a spell.To court within the moonlight, round this dear old well.Oh ! the charm and the spellThat lingers round the well;Could I till the dinner pitcher just for mother once again.And set it on the table, from this dear old well. 825 THE AWAKENING 327 THE SUXSET REALM I STAN^D on Memorys golden shore : I peer across the misty tide,And long for those who come no more From oer the waters deep and wide;Who launched upon the mystic sea, With Death, their captain, at the lielm;Then waved their last farewell to me. And sailed into the Sunset Eealm. Upon what seas do now you s.ail ? In what bright harbors do you rest ?Or dream in what Elysian vale. Far, far beyond the golden West?And have you signals on your strands. And have you pilots in your bay?And do 3^ou come with beckoning hands To show the wanderer the way ? Oh! if there be such haven brig)it, When I embark on Deaths dim sea,I know wh

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