After Long Grief And Pain

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Title:     After Long Grief And Pain
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

There is a place hung o'er with summer boughs
And drowsy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
Where waters flow, within whose lazy deeps,
Like silvery prisms that the winds arouse,
The minnows twinkle; where the bells of cows
Tinkle the stillness, and the bob-white keeps
Calling from meadows where the reaper reaps,
And children's laughter haunts an old-time house;
A place where life wears ever an honest smell
Of hay and honey, sun and elder-bloom--
Like some dear, modest girl--within her hair:
Where, with our love for comrade, we may dwell
Far from the city's strife whose cares consume--
Oh, take my hand and let me lead you there.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: After Long Grief And Pain

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