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Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

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Since all my steps are audience of my past,

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I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

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 My heart is young; the time just flew.

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Live as the sun shines in the sky.

Live as high as the birds can fly.

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A cow and a rooster went dancing

One night by the light of the moon.

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I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,