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Near by, through scented, leafy veils Of wreathing vines, and dewy, dense Green underwood, a brood of quails Sped swiftly past the ragged rails That tilted off a mossy fence; And over it, on airy wing, A robin paused in glad content Where budding elder bushes leant And brambles clambered flowering. NEAR BY THROUGH SCENTED LEAFY VALES OF WREATHING VINES AND DEWY DENSE SCREEN UNDERWOOD A BROOD OF QUAILS SPED SWIFTLY PAST THE RAGGED RAILS THAT TILTED OFF A MOSSY FENCE AND OVER IT HUNG EVERY WING A ROBIN PAUSED IN GLAD CONTENT WHERE BUDDING ELDERBUSHES LEANT AND BRAMBLES CLAMBERED FLOWERING
e parching lips No heart may hear nor bleed therefor! As, with hot tears that fall like rain, He soothes a dying baby’s pain And o’er and o’er Croons snatches of soft lullabies To empty arms held cradle-wise. —O human heart-break, love and grief! God pity him in his distress, Ev’n as the sea was pitiless Beyond belief! God comfort, as with straining breath, Unheeding either life or death, Yet still with faint unwitting smile, His fingers fondly seek and fold The little sea-stained shoe, and hold And stroke the while. _THE CASCADE RAVINE_ From off the traveled road that lay Between wide fields of wheat and corn, An old gate, gray and weather-worn, Led down a shady woodland way. One scarce might trace the narrow path, So green it was and overgrown With springtime’s seeded aftermath; Tall grasses that had never known The mower’s scythe or sickle’s scath, And rosy mayweed lightly sown Where’er the summer winds had blown; And all their tangled stems the red Sweet clover blossoms overspread.  THE CASCADE RAVINE BY EVELIN STEYNE READ FOR LEVERSEDA ORD BY SYLVESTER LAND FROM OFF THE TRAVELED ROAD THAT LAY BETWEEN WIDE FIELDS OF WHEAT AND CORN AN OLD GATE GRAY AND WEATHER WORN LED DOWN A SHADY WOODLAND WAY ONE SCARCE MIGHT TRACE THE NARROW PATH SO GREEN IT WAS AND OVERGROWN WITH SPRINGTIME'S SEATED AFTERMATH TALL GRASSES THAT HAD NEVER KNOWN THE MOWER SCYTHE OR SICKLED SCATH AND ROSY MAYWEED LIGHTLY SOWN WHEREVER THE SUMMER WINDS HAD BLOWN AND ALL THEIR TANGLED STEMS THE RED SWEET CLOVER BLOSSOMS OVERSPREAD
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