For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids... Macmillan's Magazine - Page 411886Full view
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Juvenile Nonfiction - 2007 - 116 pages
...showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul...to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like a benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice,...