Eugene Field Poems

There is a certain Yankee phrase
I always have revered,
Yet, somehow, in these modern days,
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Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,
And the ocean loves to wander.
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There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle
Of Boo in a southern sea;
They clambered and rollicked in heathenish style
In the boughs of their cocoanut tree.
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Of mornings, bright and early,
When the lark is on the wing
And the robin in the maple
Hops from her nest to sing,
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Now lithe and listen, gentles all,
Now lithe ye all and hark
Unto a ballad I shall sing
About Buena Park.
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As beats the sun from mountain crest,
With 'pretty, pretty',
Cometh the partridge from her nest;
The flowers threw kisses sweet to her
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(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)

Grim is the face that looks into the night
Over the stretch of sands;
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Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills
Bend low the angel throng,
No heavenly music fills the air
Exultantly with song;
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JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd
Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes,
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As forth he pours the new made wine,
What blessing asks the lyric poet--
What boon implores in this fair shrine
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