Are The Children At Home? (Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Poems)
Each day when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go ...
Each day when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go ...
The woods lay dreaming in a topaz dream, And we, who silently roamed hand in hand, Were pilgrims in a strange, enchanted ...
I've crossed the bar at last, mates, My longest voyage is done;And I can sit here, peaceful, And watch th' setting sunA-smilin' ...
It isn't the thing you do, dear,It's the thing you leave undoneThat gives you a bit of a heartacheAt setting ...
The candlelight sweeps softly through the room, Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter, Touching with mystery each high hung rafter,Cutting a path ...
Never yet was a springtime,Late though lingered the snow,That the sap stirred not at the whisperOf the south wind, sweet ...
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