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_A SONG OF THOUGHT_ O, the ships have sails for the swelling gales, The falcon flies in the wake of the wind, In the speed of the steed of the Bedouin breed The blood leaps high to the hoof beats' lead, As the leagues are left behind. STA ORG BY SILVESTRA LAND OH THE SHIPS HAVE SAILS FOR THE SWELLING GALES THE FALCON FLIES IN THE WAKE OF THE WIND IN THE SPEED OF THE STEED THAT THE BEDUIN BREED THE BLOOD LEAPS HIGH TO THE HOOF BEATS LEAD AS THE LEAGUES ARE LEFT BEHIND
ep within my breast, Beneath its barren weeds! But now I know, but now I know The glory of the flower of love, The joyous splendor of its glow, The subtile pain thereof! _JUNE_ High overhead, By summer breezes sped, From every latest burgeoned bough The last, spring petals fall; And red, red, red, Along the garden bed, The poppy plants are holding now Their crimson carnival. Clear, sweet, and strong, I hear the robin’s song, And catch the merry caroling Of some bold bobolink; And phlox flowers throng The garden ways along, While peonies and roses bring Their pageantries of pink. White, gold, and green, The lily spires are seen, And hollyhocks, in stately rows, With tufted buds are set; Tall, in between, The growing sunflowers lean, And thick the sweet alyssum shows Among the mignonette. Ho! truant May! Have you, then, gone astray, Unwitting that in realms of June Return were no avail? Ah, well-a-day! So wings the spring away; The summer’s ever oversoon, But June, sweet June, all hail!   A SONG OF THOUGHT BY EVELIN STEYNE READ FOR LIVER VO
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