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_ON THE PRAIRIE_ Across the dewy prairie The morning wind is borne, Beyond the new mown hayfields, And through the tasseled corn. Upon the silver maples It lifts the swinging leaves, And steals a subtile sweetness From rows of golden sheaves. DOT ORG BY KARROW ACROSS THE DEWY PRAIRIE THE MORNING WIND IS BORNE BEYOND THE NEW MOWN HAYFIELDS AND THROUGH THE TASSELED CORN UPON THE SILVER MAPLES IT LIFTS THE SWINGING LEAVES AND STEALS A SUBTILE SWEETNESS FROM ROWS OF GOLDEN SHEAVES
 rings, and sings, and tinkles. The clustering sedges dip and sway, Till, after fitful failing, The sun bursts gaily through the gray, And craggy clouds are sailing Where, southward, in a brilliant sky, As light as any feather, The little moon curves white and high, In token of fair weather. _OVER THE SIERRA_ From out the depths of the abyss, Faint echoes of a torrent’s roar O’er crags whence lordly eagles soar To poise above the precipice. A dizzy pathway, sheer and steep; A startled catching of the breath; And, bearing menaces of death, A loosened snow-drift’s sudden sweep! Then, blown from out the upper sky, Keen, fitful gusts of icy air, So light, so tenuous and rare, The heart leaps strangely swift thereby. The white moon floating in the calm Still ether space, so near, it seems, To grasp his eager childhood dreams, One need but thither reach his palm. A sense of majesties and mights, An exaltation born of these; —The summit’s awful silences; A glimpse of Godhead from the heights!  ON THE PRAIRIE BY EVELEEN'S STEYNE READ FOR LIVEROL'S
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