Della Hodgson James

Autumn again is here
Beautiful Autumn!
The best time of the year
Beautiful Autumn!
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My ambition in life
  Is to live you see,
And be just what God
  would have me be.
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While through this vale of isles we roam
  Beneath the blue of a welcome dome,
We can only marvel, at the miracles wrought
  Through natures lessons, that are daily taught.
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I love my children, oh, so much.
  I love them better than tongue can tell
But I love them and let them be,
  Some day they will make me proud, you see.
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Dear children, in all the years gone by
  I can not say but this,
That you have been my stay in life
  Something akin to bliss.
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May day is coming
  When all will be gay,
‘Twil be fun and frolic
  All the live, long day.
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There's joy in the fleecy clouds 
There's joy in the sky. 
There's joy in a fishing trip
Even tho the babies cry.
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Can a spider fly?  
Now I wonder why. 
If not. How do they get so very high?  
And swing their webs, from tree to tree,  
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The golden summer's waning
Late flowers weave and nod,  
The golden skies are fading
Who changes them? Our God.
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I cannot think of 
My friends as dead,  
Who walk with me
No more. 
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Hello! Nora! Hello! Gertie, too!
Hello, Eliza, and Birtha Dean!
Sarah, Eve, and Alice, all,
Who hath my seat-mates been.
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A big polecat came visiting 
Our chicken coop one night,  
But to awaken my husband from sleep
Usually meant a tongue fight.
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Daily, hourly, as we live, we meet
Different phases of life,
New revelations, deceit
Sham, and shallowness,
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Oh! Ho! Oh! Hum!
  De Doodle De-dum!
I want to get back for a spell,
  They say there are pleasures
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O pretty white birds
  How we love you.
Won't you come near us again?
  We had no thought
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RHYTHM

The song of the wind
A murmuring stream,
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Tonight we sit by the fireside
The lights are dim and low.
The dancing flames upon the hearth
Give off a mellow glow.
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God made this world
  A beautiful place,
Then smiled upon it
  In kindly grace.
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Hello! There my friend
  How do you do, my dear.
I'm sending you a Maybee
  To buzz about your ear.
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On a slender bough ‘twas hanging
Kissed by the morning breeze,
It's dewy fragrance clinging
As it swayed to and fro with ease. The radiant pink of springtime
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