This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ...bridal love-song utterest, Raining showers of music o'er it. Weary never, still thou trillest Spring-gladsome lays, As of moss-rimmed water-brooks Murmuring through pebbly nooks In quiet summer days. My heart with happiness thou fillest, I seem again to be a boy0 Watching thee, gay, blithesome lover, O'er the bending grass-tops hover, Quivering thy wings for joy. There's something in the apple-blossom, The greening grass and bobolink's song, That wakes again within my bosom Feelings which have slumbered long. As long, long years ago I wandered, I seem to wander even yet, The hours the idle school-boy squandered, 50 The man would die ere he'd forget. 0 hours that frosty eld deemed wasted, Nodding his gray head toward my books, 1 dearer prize the lore I tasted With yon, among the trees and brooks, Than all that I have gained since then From learned books or study-withered men Nature, thy soul was one with mine, And, as a sister by a younger brother Is loved, each flowing to the other, 60 Such love for me was thine. Or wert thou not more like a loving mother With sympathy and loving power to heal, Against whose heart my throbbing head I'd lay And moan my childish sorrows all away, Till calm and holiness would o'er me steal? Was not the golden sunset a dear friend? Found I no kindness in the silent moon, And the green trees, whose tops did sway and bend, Low singing evermore their pleasant tune? 70 Felt I no heart in dim and solemn woods--No loved-one's voice in lonely solitudes? Yes, yes unhoodwinked then my spirit's eyes, Blind leader had not taught me to be wise.. Dear hours which now again I overlive, Hearing and seeing with the ears and eyes Of childhood, ye were bees, that to the hive Of my young heart came laden with rich prize, Gathered in...