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_AT NIGHT_ Come, draw more near! Clasp hands with me! Y WILSON COME DRAW MORE NEAR CLASP HANDS WITH ME
eeds and trails Along the creek where cowslips grew. O lavish stems, that fondly fling Close clasp about the earth, and cling In wreaths of fragrant flowering, Ev’n as ye do To that dear soil wherefrom ye spring, So does my love cleave thereunto! And so my full heart-blossoms bind The bright midsummer fields, and find Sweet fellowships with everything! _THE SUMMER SHOWER_ The air is shot with spangling drops, But heedless of the rain The sun laughs, through a silver veil, Upon the golden grain. And lightly arching up the east In faintly penciled lines, That throb and flush to tinted bars, A double rainbow shines. It seems to touch the fragrant earth, Till, tangled in the breeze, It winds a film of irised light About the distant trees. In frothy clusters down the road The blooming elders lean, With dripping buds that shine like pearls Within a sea of green. And heaped around them, pink as shells, The roses are in flower, While earth and sky are freshly keyed To sweetness by the shower.   AT TO NIGHT BY EVELEEN STEYNE READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY LARR
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