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e dawn is here, and with it--spring! My oxen stamp the ground, and they Seem glad, with me, that soon the day Will bring new work for us to do! The light above is clear and blue; And one great cloud that swirls on high, Seems sent from earth to kiss the sky. The birds are coming back again, They know that soon the golden grain Will wave above this fragrant loam; The birds, with singing, hasten home; And I, who watch them, feel their song Deep in my soul, and nothing wrong, Or mean or small, can touch my heart.... Down in the vale the smoke-wreaths start, To softly curl above the trees; The fingers of a vagrant breeze Steal tenderly across my hair, And toil is fled, and want, and care! The dawn is here! I climb the hill; My very oxen seem to thrill-- To feel the mystery of day. The sun creeps out, and far away From man-made law I worship God, Who made the light, the cloud, the sod; I worship smilingly, and sing! * * * The dawn is here, and with it--spring! THE HAUNTED HOUSE It stands neglected, silent, far from the ways of men, A lonely little cottage beside a lonely glen; And, dreaming there, I saw it when sunset's golden rays Had touched it with the glory of other, sweeter days. They say the house is haunted, and--well, it is, I guess, For every empty window just aches with loneliness; With loneliness that tortures and memory that flays; Ah, yes, the house is haunted with ghosts of other days. The ghost of childish laughter rings on the narrow stair, And, from a silent corner, the murmur of a prayer Steals out, and then a love song, and then a bugle call, And steps that do not falter along the quiet hall. The story of the old house that stands beside the glen? That story is forgotten by every one; but when The house is touched and softened by sunset's golden rays, I know that ghosts must haunt it, the ghosts of sweeter days. TO A PAIR OF GLOVES Jus' a little pair o' gloves, Sorter thin an' worn; With th' fingers neatly darned, Like they had been torn. Jus' a little pair o' gloves, Not s' much ter see....
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