Ozora Stearns Davis

I wonder who that man can be
Now coming near! He seems to me
Like one who holds within his hand
The sun, the moon, the planets, and
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A kiss is as sweet as a rose,
When you pluck it in secret, I ween;
If you take it when nobody knows.
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Over the mountain's soft mantles of blue,
Racks of white cloud by the sunshine shot through;
Spring's waking glories o'er valley and plain,
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At length there dawns the glorious day
By prophets long foretold,
At length the chorus clearer grows
That shepherds heard of old.
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Above the hills, the eastern hills,
There's a threat of the rising moon;
And the night's fair queen
With the silver sheen
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Across the fields from the maples tall
The growing shadows, which slowly fall,
Are black and cold.
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When morning broke, the air was thick with snow;
The burdened trees, with branches bending low,
Were softly mourning o'er the summer fled,
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We bear the strains of earthly care,
But bear it not alone;
Beside us walks our Brother Christ,
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