Maple At My Father's Door

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Title:     Maple At My Father's Door
Author: Jared Barhite [More Titles by Barhite]

On velvet green of grassy floor,
'Neath maple at my father's door
My couch at eve has been;
There gazing on the tranquil sky,
With all its astral brilliancy,
My spirit sang within.

Then far away beyond the blue,
On Fancy's wings my vision flew
And scanned the realms of space;
Then like a dove far from her nest,
Returned to find a perfect rest
Within its dwelling place.

[The end]
Jared Barhite's poem: Maple At My Father's Door

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