When the lids of dusk are falling O'er the dreamy eyes of day, And the whippoorwills are calling, And the lesson laid away, - May Mem'ry soft and tender As the prelude of the night,...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is one Far too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before my gaze Gleams a land of other days,...
The bookman he's a humming-bird - His feasts are honey-fine, - (With hi! hilloo! And clover-dew And roses lush and rare!) Hiss roses are the phrase and word Of olden tomes divine;...
Up and down old Brandywine, In the days 'at's past and gone - With a dad-burn hook-and line And a saplin' pole - swawn! I've had more fun, to the square Inch, than ever ANYwhere!...
We are not always glad when we smile: Though we wear a fair face and are gay, And the world we deceive May not ever believe We could laugh in a happier way. - Yet, down in the deeps of the soul,...
There wasn't two purtier farms in the state Than the couple of which I'm about to relate; - Jinin' each other - belongin' to Brown, And jest at the edge of a flourishin' town....
When Age comes on! - "The deepening dusk is where the dawn Once glittered splendid, and the dew In honey-drips, from red rose-lips Was kissed away by me and you. - And now across the frosty lawn...
O the Lands of Where-Away! Tell us - tell us - where are they? Through the darkness and the dawn We have journeyed on and on - From the cradle to the cross - From possession unto loss, -...