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Poems

Wishing to be the bird that upward flies;
He feels the fluttering genius in his soul,
Striving to spread its wings, and break control;
And still the two go hand in hand along
The sunlight way of youth,—with dance,—with song.

The years go by; and to their souls has come,—
Deep as the ocean, airy as its foam,—
LOVE, the magician; and each heart, before
This welcome guest, throws open every door.
They know that he will tarry with them long,
And greet his presence sweet with flowers and song;—
And ever by her side is found the Boy,—
Her pride, her wonder, master, and her joy.

(You feel it all;—a pulse throbs in each word;
'Tis not a tale, but heart-beats you have heard.
Age sheds his years, and youth's breast thrills to know,
Down to its utmost depths, this wild love's glow.)

Then comes a change. His soul has learned to know
The thing it pines for; and he soon shall go
Far, far away from this, his lowly home,