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_IN SUMMER DEEPS_ Through sunny spaces overhead A gray hawk's lazy pinions spread, And poppies open wide and red Where golden harvests grew. OR TALK BY CARROW THROUGH SUNNY SPACES OVERHEAD A GREY HAWK'S LAZY PINIONS SPREAD AND POPPIES OPEN WIDE AND RED WHERE GOLDEN HARVESTS GREW
d wild rose, In twinkling swirls of silver The lazy river flows; While down the grassy roadside The milkweed balls are bright, And waving prince’s-feather Is tipped with snowy white. Ah, ever-dearest home-land, ’Tis here my spirit sings! And as my heart caresses The sweet, familiar things, Such rare midsummer magic Distills through all the air, I think these fields are fairer Than any anywhere! _SYMPATHY_ To-night a little child lies dead; I never saw its face; I try to fancy now instead Its lines of baby grace. And for the sake of her who weeps These lonely watches through So wakefully my spirit keeps A weary vigil, too. A thousand thoughts appeal to me In close-besieging crowd; But through them all I only see A little, snow-white shroud. Nor may I set dull grief at naught, However I am fain; Since when the heart-strings are distraught, The will must strive in vain. Ah me! there breaks the dawning sun, In golden light serene; Yet still I mourn this little one, Whom I have never seen!   IN SUMMER DEEPS BY EVELEEN'S STEYNE RED FOR LIVERPOXED 
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