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Title: The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Gale, Edwin Oscar, 1832-1916
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Publisher: Chicago : Press of Marshall-Jackson Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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e on thy crystaUine floor.The grape-vines sweet censer its perfume still swings.The same are thy delicate maidenhair ferns.The wind through the pines its old melody sings.Each tree to the north its moss jacket yet turns. Oh ! setting so worthy for diamond so rare,The charms of lifes morning hang over thee still.These dense, wooded hills tower up as awareThey shield by their presence their jewel from ill.No change do I see on thy surface or brink,Since first I beheld thee, so long, long ago;But change do I find in myself when I drink,Your mirror I censure that alters me so. How young dost thou seem as compared with the earth.Now tell me, thou dimpled cheek, can it be trueThat the morning stars sang ages back at thy birth,And smile at thee still from their home in the blue ?That groves have here many times multiplied been.The charms of the living from mold of the dead,Since the Nymphs of the woods first saluted thee queen,And the rainbows first clasped their bright crown on thyhead ? 46
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I cannot persuade me that thou are as oldAs the mountains and rocks of the far away lands.As clouds set adrift on yon sunset of gold,Thou seemest as fresh from the Almightys hands,So child-like in beauty, and with a childs ways,To ripple with mirth, with thyself but to please.To kneel in thy bed, like a child when it prays.And pout out thy lips when annoyed at the breeze. Transparent as childhood, as bright and as pure,Like childhood reflecting what on thee is thrown.Thou here art surrounded by beauties, and sureIn reflecting their graces, to add to thine own.But clouds drifting yonder like huge banks of snowCast darkly in passing their shadows on thee.So frowns that a parent on child may bestowIn time will be mirrored for parent to see.July 22, 1885. AN AUTUMNAL DAY IN THE WOODS. The leaves, green, russet and golden.Were waving their banners in air.Like flags that in battle emboldenThe hearts that are prone to despair.They waved as if proudly defyingThe army by Boreas led.Though thic

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