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 SUMMER WIND 
 
 aessie C. WIGRGN 
 
SUMMER WIND 
 
 By 
 BESSIE C. WIGREN 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 THE POET LORE COMPANY 
 
 THE GORHAM PRESS 
 
Copyright, 1919, by Bessie C. Wigren 
 
 All Rights Reserved 
 
 MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OP AMERICA 
 
 The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 
 
CONTENTS Page 
 
 Summer Wind 7 
 
 The Birthday 8 
 
 Wisconsin Woods 10 
 
 Morn 12 
 
 Night 13 
 
 The Rain 15 
 
 Resting 16 
 
 Spring 17 
 
 Illinois , . . . . 18 
 
 Grandpa 19 
 
 Survival of the Fittest 20 
 
 The Home-Coming 22 
 
 Heavenly Guidance 24 
 
 The Pine Tree , 25 
 
 My Garden 26 
 
 Robins Three 27 
 
 A Memory 28 
 
 Carnation Pink . . , 29 
 
 Finis 30 
 
 The Rose 31 
 
 Death 32 
 
 Li*e 33 
 
 Santa Claus 34 
 
 Pain 36 
 
 The Resurrection 38 
 
 The Tuscania Living 40 
 
 A Day 42 
 
 Bells of Sabbath Morn 43 
 
 Alone 44 
 
 Mammy 45 
 
 Mil): 
 
SUMMER WIND 
 
SUMMER WIND 
 
 The summer wind blows through the trees, 
 And leaves are rustling in the breeze. 
 It blows across the fields where play 
 The happy children in whose gay, 
 
 And childish laughter is no strain 
 Of sadness and the world's whole gain 
 Lies stretched before them in the flowers, 
 They stoop to pick in these glad hours. 
 
 O summer breeze, to lovers true 
 Fond memories thou dost renew 
 Of other days when life was young 
 And love and joy were newly sprung. 
 
 Blow on thou, soft warm summer breeze 
 And whisper to us, noble trees, 
 Glad secrets in whose healing balm, 
 Our restless feverish hearts find calm. 
 
 The summer breeze blows through the trees 
 And through the flowers and o'er the seas, 
 It bloweth where I kneel to pray 
 Beside his grave, this weary day. 
 
Summer Wind 
 
 THE BIRTHDAY 
 
 Come take my hand, my little son 
 
 And together we will go 
 Into the fields and pick again 
 
 The pretty flowers that grow. 
 
 We'll wander through the grasses tall 
 
 And as we listen, clear 
 Upon the summmer breeze, the call 
 
 Of wild bird we will hear. 
 
 The purple violets that hide 
 
 Their fragrance from the sun, 
 We'll seek them out as hand in hand 
 
 We wander, dearest one. 
 
 Nay, tell me not that you are grown 
 
 To manhood with its care, 
 To-day you are my little one 
 
 And with me you must share 
 
 This day in field and forest green, 
 
 For on your face I see 
 The youthful smile I loved so well 
 
 Your voice, so dear to me 
 
 Rings out again in laughter clear 
 
 As in those happy hours, 
 When through the flowering meadows gay 
 
 We talked with birds and flowers. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 Those days when you were all my own 
 
 And when at night I felt 
 Your precious form close to my heart 
 
 And side by side we knelt, 
 
 To thank the Heavenly Father, 
 
 For blessings of the day 
 And prayed that He would keep us 
 
 From sin and harm away. 
 
 Come, once more let thy dear head 
 
 Against my heart incline, 
 For O, I fondly love thee, 
 
 Thou little son of mine. 
 
Summer Wind 
 
 WISCONSIN WOODS 
 
 The sky is a leaden hue 
 
 And on the ground fresh snow, 
 
 While trees all naked, wave their arms 
 E'er wildly to and fro. 
 
 The wind is wailing, moaning 
 
 And in the mighty sound, 
 We hear the waves that dash and beat, 
 
 Against a coast rock bound. 
 
 The lake is partly frozen o'er 
 
 And through the open blue 
 A musk-rat leaves his trail behind 
 
 As homeward he swims true. 
 
 A few deer tracks along the snow 
 
 And then a trail of red, 
 Ah hunter, you have had your sport, 
 
 And one more life has fled. 
 
 The golden-rod that yesterday 
 
 Showed yellow in the dawn 
 The autumn leaves of many hues 
 
 Are withered all and gone. 
 
 Yet as the woodland path we tread 
 
 A verdant wreath is seen 
 Still peeping from the snowy earth 
 
 The wondrous Evergreen. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 We stoop to brush away the snow 
 
 And as we gently pull 
 The clinging Evergreen doth yield 
 
 Itself in measure full. 
 
 And with our winter festoon 
 
 We loiter down the path, 
 The Sun now shines upon the snow 
 
 As with our chat and laugh, 
 
 We reach the lodge and open door 
 
 Doth glowing log reveal. 
 We sink into the beckoning chairs 
 
 While o'er our souls doth steal, 
 
 A sense of thankfulness and bliss 
 
 That we are safe at home 
 And warmth and food are ours tonight 
 
 While out the wind doth roam. 
 
 And as we gather round the board 
 
 We lift a voice of praise 
 Unto the God who giveth all, 
 
 May He direct our ways. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 MORN 
 
 We thank Thee Lord, that night is o'er, 
 And daylight comes, serene and bright, 
 
 Our hearts we lift to Thee this morn, 
 O keep us in Thy light. 
 
 We thank Thee Lord, for sunshine, flowers, 
 
 For wild bird's song of praise, 
 For daily bread and strength to work, 
 
 Throughout the season's days. 
 
 We thank Thee Lord, for friendship close, 
 
 That to our lives doth bring, 
 New hope, new zeal to onward press, 
 
 When weak or faltering. 
 
 We cannot tell it all, these thoughts 
 
 Of gratitude to Thee above, 
 Who ever doth our lives direct, 
 
 With mercy and with love. 
 
 Sing out ye birds and give Him praise, 
 And flowers your incense bring 
 
 And pour it out upon the breeze, 
 To Him an offering. 
 
 And every little truant wind 
 
 That blows across the field, 
 Sing out your praise unto the Lord, 
 
 Our refuge and our shield. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 NIGHT 
 
 Alone I walk a darkened path, 
 
 The evening shadows fall 
 And giant tree forms now show black, 
 
 Against the sky's gray wall. 
 
 The heavens are overcast with clouds 
 
 That ever change in form 
 And swiftly pass as darkness creeps, 
 
 Sure portenders of storm. 
 
 And now the wind doth strong arise 
 
 And from the treetops tall, 
 A moan is heard as answering 
 
 They quickly heed the call. 
 
 And swaying, bending, beckoning, 
 
 Outlined against the sky, 
 They sing Hosanna loud and strong, 
 
 Unto the One on high. 
 
 Now all the noisy sounds of day 
 Are hushed, for work is o'er 
 
 And tired feet are hurrying, 
 To reach the family door. 
 
 And one by one lights now appear 
 
 And houses send a beam 
 Of welcome to some loved one who 
 
 Rejoices in its gleam. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 As darker grow the shades of night, 
 And trees still sway and moan 
 
 I hasten timidly along 
 
 And look for lights of home. 
 
 And now the door is opened wide, 
 
 And Mother's voice I hear 
 In tones of love and welcome 
 
 At last, my child you're here! 
 
 * * * * 
 
 O Father, when the shadows 
 Of that last night shall fall, 
 
 But grant the light may beckon me 
 And mother's voice may call 
 
 And there with all the loved ones 
 Who've conquered in Thy name, 
 
 And overcome the trials 
 
 The loss, the grief, the shame, 
 
 May we the Peace inherit 
 
 Thy precious blood has bought, 
 
 And grant the flock may gather all, 
 With no lamb to be sought. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 THE RAIN 
 
 The rain is falling, gently falling, 
 
 Washing as it falls, 
 The gathered dust of many weeks, 
 
 From houses, trees and walls. 
 
 With patter and with drip it falls 
 From sky all gray and dull, 
 
 It soothes my restless spirit, 
 With the music of its lull. 
 
 O Father, let it wash away 
 The sin and strife of men, 
 
 The envy, hate and bitterness, 
 O make us clean again. 
 
 And may this sad old world of ours, 
 
 At last Thy will obey 
 And in each glistening raindrop may 
 
 Thy peace and blessing lay. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 RESTING 
 
 Sometimes I like to steal away 
 From people and all care 
 
 And in my swing to lie at ease 
 And watch trees toss in air. 
 
 Majestic poplars bathed in Sun 
 Are trembling in the breeze. 
 
 E'en when all nature peaceful is, 
 This tree ne'er seems at ease, 
 
 But trembling rustles all its leaves. 
 
 'Tis said Christ on it died, 
 And nevermore can it know Peace 
 
 Nor rest with it abide. 
 
 I love these lofty maples, elms, 
 Outlined against Heavens blue 
 
 The breeze is strong and in its song 
 Breathes faith and what is true. 
 
 The sunlight falls upon my swing 
 
 And in its warmth I lie 
 And rests my soul in this kind hour, 
 
 Beneath trees, sun and sky. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 SPRING 
 
 As from my window I look out 
 
 A wondrous sight I see, 
 A tree that yesterday stood lone 
 
 And dark in misery. 
 
 Now wears a dress of feathery green 
 
 Of dainty pattern laced, 
 With sunshine, red and green that Spring, 
 
 Now wills that it be graced. 
 
 And through the lacy pattern shows, 
 
 A glimpse of Heaven's blue 
 As green and red and golden Sun 
 
 Now blend in wondrous hue. 
 
 Where came this mystic miracle 
 
 This tree of life so rare, 
 Where bleak and dark but lately stood, 
 
 A sentinel of despair. 
 
 The earth is His, yea His alone, 
 
 The Resurrection light, 
 And all the firmament doth show, 
 
 His handiwork and might. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 ILLINOIS 
 
 So many giant trees grow near my home 
 
 A heritage from Nature, better far 
 
 Than any gift that Wealth could e'er bestow. 
 
 And fields of green where hidden lie the flowers, 
 
 We love to gather on those days in May, 
 
 When sing the wild birds in the trees above, 
 
 And nature doth rejoice. 
 
 And in the sunlight, waving far, the corn 
 That Illinois her plenty doth produce, 
 And snugly nestling neath majestic elms 
 The well proportioned houses and trim barns 
 And everywhere eye looks, thrift, enterprise, 
 Prosperity, the fruit of honest toil. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 GRANDPA 
 
 I'm sitting in the garden 
 
 Beneath the maple tree 
 Among the flowers and chirping birds 
 
 With God's blue sky o'er me. 
 
 The Sun shines just as bright 
 
 As it did a month ago 
 The flowers display rare colors 
 
 All nature doth beauty show. 
 
 But to-day I sit in the garden, 
 
 With spirit heavy and sad, 
 It's Grandpa's old bent form I miss 
 
 And life is not as glad. 
 
 I hear his familiar voice 
 
 As he speaks to birds o'erhead 
 
 And comments on the maple's growth 
 And the hues of his pansy bed. 
 
 O Grandpa dear, I miss you 
 
 In this and other hours, 
 But fragrant is your memory 
 
 As the perfume of your flowers. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST 
 
 Now what to do with the corn-flowers? 
 
 They have spread beyond their bound, 
 And unless some are weeded out 
 
 Few others will be found. 
 
 O let us live dear lady, please, 
 
 For life is sweet to-day 
 With cherry blossoms overhead, 
 
 And breath of gentle May. 
 
 Alas! if you should live dear flowers, 
 Others must die this Spring. 
 
 It is your life or theirs dear flowers, 
 The wind doth requiem sing. 
 
 As Coreopsis spreads its leaves 
 
 And Daisies gaily nod, 
 As beauteous Columbine unfolds 
 
 From out the lowly sod, 
 
 The sigh of cornflowers is heard, 
 
 And then the piteous cry, 
 Dear flowers, tis hard to leave you now, 
 
 But we alas! must die. 
 
 And as the South wind passes by 
 
 The cherry blossoms near 
 Shake out their fragrant petals, white, 
 
 Upon the corn-flowers bier. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 And all the garden flowers fair 
 Are heard to breathe a sigh, 
 
 As on the breeze of Spring is borne 
 The corn-flowers sad — good-bye — 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 THE HOME-COMING 
 
 The children are all home to-day 
 And gather round once more 
 
 Full many miles were traveled fast 
 To reach the family door. 
 
 And none are young and some are old 
 And brown hair now is grey 
 
 And as they clasp each other's hands 
 They smile, but tears betray 
 
 Their grief, for in that darkened room 
 Mid ferns and flowers there lies 
 
 A father, whom they all loved well 
 Forever closed his eyes. 
 
 And now they bear him to the place 
 
 Where mother lies asleep. 
 Not many years had she to wait 
 
 For him the tryst to keep. 
 
 And hearts are sore and sad tears flow 
 For one whom they loved well 
 
 Is lost to earth, but in their lives 
 His memory shall dwell 
 
 And ever will inspire them as 
 
 Life's journey they pursue, 
 To love the right and bravely fight 
 
 For what is good and true. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 And our dear father is not dead, 
 We'll meet him every day, 
 
 We'll feel him near and know his will 
 And daily let us pray 
 
 That we may live as worthily 
 That we may strive as well 
 
 That of our good and kindly deeds 
 Our friends, like his will tell. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 HEAVENLY GUIDANCE 
 
 He leadeth me, the blessed truth, 
 Is whispered to my heart so sore, 
 
 In life's dark hours, when sorrow comes, 
 He leadeth me, I ask no more. 
 
 In my great need to Him I come, 
 The way is dark, I cannot see, 
 
 I know not what to do, to say, 
 O Jesus, Saviour lead Thou me. 
 
 What matters it if earthly joys, 
 
 So dearly prized have from me flown, 
 
 If Thou my soul doth safely guard 
 And still will count me as Thine own. 
 
 give me faith and give me strength 
 And wisdom now my course to run. 
 
 1 only crave at set of Sun 
 
 To hear Thy voice say, child well done ! 
 
Summer Wind 
 
 THE PINE TREE 
 
 O fragrant Pine-tree from the North, 
 Glad Christmas brings you here 
 
 And eager children gaily trim 
 Your branches green, with cheer. 
 
 And as we hang the glittering Star, 
 We tell of Wise Men three, 
 
 And Shepherds watching flocks by night, 
 Who came the Babe to see. 
 
 O mystic is thy spell, Pine tree 
 To children's wondering eyes, 
 
 In branches bright with tinsel, gold, 
 In thy soft glow, there lies, 
 
 The haunt of fairies, hidden from 
 
 Skeptics and worldly wise, 
 Who now to children do reveal 
 
 Beauties of Paradise. 
 
 And treasured long in memory lives 
 
 Old Santa, his reindeer, 
 And brownies kind who help to load 
 
 His sled with Christmas cheer. 
 
 O happy trees, that your life should 
 
 Be chosen on this day, 
 To herald in the Christmas morn, 
 
 In which good will doth lay. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 MY GARDEN 
 
 My garden! lovingly the words escape my lips, 
 And as a mother doth caress a child she loves full 
 
 well, 
 So do I to my lips now press, some flowers that in 
 
 thee dwell. 
 
 My garden! sacred spot where grow my flower 
 
 friends, 
 I know each hidden leaf, each bud, each fragrant 
 
 blossom fair, 
 And call them tenderly by name and breathe their 
 
 perfume rare. 
 
 My garden! friend indeed art thou and true, 
 When weary, troubled, sad, perplexed, I seek thy 
 
 friendly shade, 
 But peace and comfort dost thou give, and ever 
 
 friendly aid. 
 
 And when the day is done and night doth thee 
 
 enfold, 
 Unto this halllowed spot I come, ere seek I my 
 
 repose, 
 And here alone with God and flowers, He blessing 
 
 doth disclose. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 ROBINS THREE 
 
 High up in an elm is a snug little nest, 
 Where a Robin with birdlings three, 
 
 Sings every morn when daylight breaks, 
 Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 
 
 Her song full sweet and wondrous clear, 
 
 Is heard from yonder tree 
 As babes with wondering eyes look out, 
 
 Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 
 
 Another day has dawned for us 
 
 All fair my birdlings three 
 We'll hunt for worms and learn to fly 
 
 Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 
 
 And when the warning note I sound 
 
 Come close little birds to me, 
 For Yellow Cat, neath yonder hedge, 
 
 Is watching us I see. 
 
 But stronger daily, wings will grow 
 
 And soon will birdies be 
 Feeding themselves and flying high 
 
 And safe to the old elm tree. 
 
 And Yellow Cat with panther tread, 
 Will lash her tail when she sees, 
 
 Three Robins perched on a limb of the Elm, 
 Singing Cheerup, Cheeree. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 A MEMORY 
 
 How strange, the song she sang tonight 
 
 Brings back your face to me, 
 How strange after all these years are past, 
 
 That your eyes I should see. 
 
 So clear their gaze, they search my soul 
 
 Your brow so broad and fair, 
 Your wavy hair of sunny brown, 
 
 Your laughter on the air. 
 
 And once again your smile I see 
 
 And hear your music ring, 
 Vibrant and strong and all the world 
 
 Is joyful while you sing. 
 
 Ah memory, what a gift art thou, 
 
 To bring to us again, 
 The treasured hours of other years, 
 
 Their happpiness, their pair. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 CARNATION PINK 
 
 Because I was so sweet so fair a flower, 
 She wore me on her breast with maiden grace, 
 And I sweet fragrance exhaled when she bent 
 And pressed to mine her beauteous face. 
 
 I gave my life for her that summer day, 
 For her whose fair young life had need of mine, 
 And though at night I faded quite away, 
 I felt her heart throb close to mine all day, 
 And that, yes that was recompense. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 FINIS 
 
 How blest the thought that some glad day 
 
 One, all supreme, all wise and just 
 
 Our lives will judge aright, nor fail 
 
 To weigh thoughts, motives, intents kind 
 
 That born of His great spirit do 
 
 Make effort, showing in our words 
 
 And deeds, we of His family are. 
 
 And wrongly judged by mortals not 
 
 Akin to Him who reads the heart, 
 
 Discouragement and grief do cause. 
 
 How blest, how comforting the thought 
 
 To saddened weary souls to know 
 
 That some glad day, Truth will be known. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 THE ROSE 
 
 I went into my garden 
 At early dawn one morn, 
 
 A bud that had been yesterday 
 Into a Rose was born 
 
 A rose with flaming petals 
 All wet with morning dew, 
 
 Gave out its fragrance as I came 
 To pluck it, love, for you. 
 
 O rose of wondrous beauty 
 To grow from bud so small 
 
 Tell us the secret of your power 
 That we may humbly call 
 
 Upon the One who fashioned thee 
 That we may too, possess 
 
 Thy mystic power to joy bestow, 
 Thy grace and loveliness. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 DEATH 
 
 O death! what offerest thou me? 
 A dreamless sleep from care set free, 
 Release from sorrow, pain and toil 
 And freedom from this life's turmoil? 
 
 So tired am I, my senses reel 
 And ever demon spirits steal 
 Upon me and my mind ensnare 
 And me a failure now declare. 
 
 O death, if thee I now embrace 
 Will peace and quiet fill the place 
 My weary soul at last shall know? 
 But whisper "yes" — 1*11 will it so. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 LIFE 
 
 Nay soul opprest, strive on nor fear 
 The cruel thrusts of those who sneer, 
 Of those who link their lives and fate 
 With Satan and his blighting hate. 
 
 For I, the Lord, will keep secure 
 The soul that trusts and will endure 
 And though all hell encompass thee, 
 The Lord thy helper aye will be. 
 
 And with my mighty arm will give 
 Thee strength and succor; thou, shalt live 
 With me in glory and shall know 
 Joys, Heaven only can bestow. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 SANTA CLAUS 
 
 Some folks say that Santa Claus 
 
 Travels by aeroplane 
 Don't you believe it, no child will receive it 
 
 Nor one whose mind is sane. 
 
 Drives he a sled with reindeers twelve? 
 
 If there's no snow on the ground 
 Blows he a magic horn and lo! 
 
 Plenty of snow is found. 
 
 Takes he an upper trail that to, 
 
 Poor mortals sight below 
 Hidden is, as he swiftly speeds 
 
 Over the ice and snow. 
 
 Dressed to the chin in furs is he 
 Borrowed from Iceland Bears 
 
 Full to the top is the sled he drives 
 With children's toys and wares. 
 
 Faintly the echo we hear if we list 
 Tinkle of bells and the horn he blows, 
 
 Thud of the reindeers hoofs as they speed 
 Swift o'er winter's snows. 
 
 Jolly is he as he snugly sits 
 
 Atop his Xmas load 
 Happy the children whose chimneys tall 
 
 Catch his eye on the road. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 Never a child does he forget 
 Christmas eve when he comes, 
 
 Swiftly he works and his brownies small 
 Help with the toys and drums. 
 
 Take my advice if a noise you hear 
 Christmas eve or towards morn 
 
 Close your eyes and go to sleep 
 Echo it is of his horn. 
 
 Soon will daylight then appear 
 
 Fairies softly say 
 Come dear one, the Sun is up, 
 
 Hail to the Christmas Day. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 PAIN 
 
 I see a figure mount my steps 
 Her face is worn and drawn. 
 
 Her eyes are dark with anguish set 
 And bent her weary form. 
 
 I want you not, I cry in fear 
 
 O go from me away! 
 She takes my hand and sadly says, 
 
 Nay — I have come to stay. 
 
 For you and I must be alone 
 For many a night and day 
 
 And lessons of humility 
 
 We'll learn and how to pray. 
 
 And in the weary watches of, 
 The dark and silent night, 
 
 When mortals all are sleeping calm, 
 We'll sleepless pray for light. 
 
 Nay, draw not from me thus away, 
 For I am friend, not foe, 
 
 And clearer vision shall be yours 
 Ere from you I do go. 
 
 For oft to mortal eyes a land 
 
 Of promise is revealed. 
 And pure refined gold displayed 
 
 That tinsel's gleam concealed. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 When once you've walked the vale with Pain 
 
 Born in your soul will be 
 A grace that softens sorrow's woes, 
 
 The grace of sympathy. 
 
 And now at last the roses fair, 
 
 Have taken on an angel form 
 That comes with smiling face, 
 
 With wings outspread and me has borne, 
 
 Away to dreamland's pleasant bowers. 
 
 My visitant hath gone, 
 And graces many have been born 
 
 In these sad hours, O happy dawn. 
 
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Wind 
 
 THE RESURRECTION 
 
 I said within my aching heart, 
 All truth is dead and friendship false 
 My efforts futile all have proved 
 Why longer struggle on alone. 
 
 My poor soul stricken flaps its wings 
 In vain against its prison bars, 
 I'm weary, heartsick, lonely, sad, 
 Why longer tread this darkened way. 
 
 And then I sought the garden walk 
 With breaking heart and eyelids wet 
 And from the treetop heard the call 
 Of Robin Redbreast to his mate. 
 
 I felt the South wind gently blow 
 And snow of Winter now was gone 
 And some kind Spirit whispered soft, 
 Be of good cheer dear heart, for see ! 
 
 The Resurrection morn is come 
 And Christ is risen from the dead 
 And life immortal He has given 
 To souls who walk the path he trod. 
 
 Thy life so sad, will glorious be 
 
 As Easter-lily than the bulb 
 
 From which it sprung — to grace this day, 
 
 This glorious Resurrection Day. 
 
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Wind 
 
 Go brush the dead leaves from the place 
 Where grew the flowers of yesteryear, 
 They are not dead, they live again 
 All green and beautiful they show 
 
 Their heads above the lowly earth. 
 And so will your life yet live on 
 And every deed and impulse true 
 And every effort in His light, 
 
 Will live on through the years to come, 
 
 There is no death for truth and right. 
 
 Be of good cheer, thou weary heart, 
 
 The cross, the crown, the night, the morn. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 THE TUSCANIA LIVING 
 
 The brave Tuscania dead! Nay, they all reached 
 
 the shore, 
 To some a rock bound coast, mid waves whose 
 
 angry roar 
 Cried out, in jealous fear, of voices whose implore 
 The wind so vainly carried to gulls that ever soar. 
 
 To some of these brave sons, He earthly life hath 
 
 given 
 And they must ever onward press, their hearts with 
 
 pain oft riven 
 Until they reach that land from which all care is 
 
 driven 
 And greet their comrades who the Father now has 
 
 shriven. 
 
 O barren rocks! O mystery of waters deep! 
 So cold, so terrible, so dark a place to sleep! 
 Nay son! God bids thee rest, fear not the shades 
 
 that creep, 
 His bright and gleaming lights, shine through the 
 
 ocean's keep. 
 
 The music sweet thou hearest, is from that land of 
 
 song 
 The voices, tones familiar, thy heart has craved so 
 
 long, 
 The welcome hands outstretched, His chosen Godly 
 
 throng, 
 Who bid thee welcome Hero, thy kindred now 
 
 among. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 Weep happy tears O mother, of gallant dauntless 
 
 Son, 
 Whose earthly work is ended, ere it seemed well 
 
 begun, 
 For God doth record keep, of earthly course we 
 
 run, 
 A glorious morn for you, has by his death been won. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 A DAY 
 
 And can it be night comes so soon, 
 
 When I had thought this day 
 Kind words to say, kind deeds to do 
 
 And has it passed away? 
 
 And she whose heart I might have cheered 
 
 In sorrow still must dwell, 
 And he who longed for friendship's clasp, 
 
 Has bidden us farewell. 
 
 The tolling bells announced the morn 
 
 A troop of children gay 
 Are homeward bound from Sunday school 
 
 And it is glad midday. 
 
 And then a flash of red and gold 
 
 And sunset gilds the sky 
 How soon the shades of night creep on 
 
 How fast the days go by. 
 
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Sufnmer Wind 
 
 BELLS OF SABBATH MORN 
 
 O bells of Sabbath Morn 
 On the breeze to us is borne 
 Your long reverberation 
 From steeple's lofty station. 
 
 O bells ye seem to say 
 Remember, tis His day 
 Come worship at His feet, 
 And praises sing — tis meet. 
 
 O bells, I know not why 
 Unbidden to mine eye, 
 The tears of memory well 
 As your tones sink and swell. 
 
 But always when you ring 
 Unto my mind you bring 
 Dear faces now long gone 
 Who, welcome as the dawn 
 
 Come now and softly blend 
 With memories that lend 
 A brightness as of Sun 
 That glory gives, ere run. 
 
 O bells I love your tone 
 To consecration known, 
 Come let us worship all, 
 Responsive to the call. 
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Summer Wind 
 
 ALONE 
 
 Thou lonely Pine, on bleak hillside 
 
 Bereft of kindred, friend, 
 Whose harp ere sings a mournful strain 
 
 As seasons change and blend. 
 
 Thou solitary watchman bold, 
 
 Of hill, ravine and glade 
 Reminder of a forest green, 
 
 Now fallen neath the blade 
 
 One lone as thee now rests beneath 
 Thy fragrant arms outspread 
 
 Whose kindred, loved ones all like thine, 
 Are numbered with the dead 
 
 A heart responsive lifts its voice 
 
 And joineth in thy swell 
 As treasured memories of the past 
 
 We to each other tell. 
 
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Summer Wind 
 
 MAMMY 
 
 Yas honey, 
 
 I'm jes an ole black mammy, 
 But dis day I'm purty glad 
 
 To wash de does in de basement 
 For Missus shor is mad 
 
 When dat thbomter dim 
 
 To ninety eight to-day, 
 "De breeze done come from Hell," 
 
 Dats what de Missus say. 
 
 Yas, Mammy dont complain, 
 
 Got de bes of it to-day, 
 De basement's cool, she'll wash, 
 
 And sing a song and pray — halleuia. 
 
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