Ballads of Childhood

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Benziger brothers, 1914 - 84 pages
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Page 78 - ... was generously given. Everywhere in the history of souls and in the history of nations, they assume the suppliant attitude of victims, and more than once they appear, in the light of supernatural glory, in the triumphant attitude of saviours. THE LIGHTS OF WORCESTER TOWN. BY MICHAEL EARLS, SJ FIVE great hills with groves and towers Stand like a wall round Worcester Town, Fair are they all days and hours, Most of all when the night comes down: Tents of beauty if winter snows them, Or an they wear...
Page 78 - ... of saviours. THE LIGHTS OF WORCESTER TOWN. BY MICHAEL EARLS, SJ FIVE great hills with groves and towers Stand like a wall round Worcester Town, Fair are they all days and hours, Most of all when the night comes down: Tents of beauty if winter snows them, Or an they wear rich autumn's gown, Frescoes if dawn or noontime shows them, Fairest of all when the night comes down. Up the hillsides, down the lowlands, Jewelled in light all Worcester glows, Magical set like fairy showlands, Arbors of lily...
Page 53 - As I went up the roadway, Under cold and lonely skies, A song I heard, a rose-tree Waved to me in glad surprise:— A red cloak and a ribbon, (Round the braided hair of jet) And redder cheeks than roses Of a little Margaret. Now God is good in autumn, He can name the birds...
Page 78 - ... rich autumn's gown, Frescoes if dawn or noontime shows them, Fairest of all when the night comes down. Up the hillsides, down the lowlands, Jewelled in light all Worcester glows, Magical set like fairy showlands, Arbors of lily or banks of rose: Some like ghosts with footsteps stealthy Glimmer on hills where Spencer goes, Others in windows warm and healthy, They of the lily, these of the rose. Down in Blackstone's courseway flowing, Held in the eyes of pond and stream, Tier on tier are mill lamps...
Page 79 - ... weave they fair as a dream. Out from deep, dark hills come flashing Trailing lights when the trains go by, Eastward, westward they are dashing, Speeding as meteors cross the sky. Beacons aloft on tower and steeple Signal and answer a watching eye, Ribbons of light see town and people, Miniature comets across the sky. Five great hills all marked with highways Stand like a wall round Worcester Town, Lights that glow in halls and byways, Magical look when the night comes down : Jewels and gold of...
Page 79 - ... Blackstone's courseway flowing, Held in the eyes of pond and stream, Tier on tier are mill lamps showing Arches of light as a land of dream. Swinging of looms is pictured by them, Traffic of folk in a golden gleam, Spindle and shuttle and men that ply them, Tapestries weave they fair as a dream. Out from deep, dark hills come flashing Trailing lights when the trains go by, Eastward, westward they are dashing, Speeding as meteors cross the sky. Beacons aloft on tower and steeple Signal and answer...
Page 78 - ... days and hours, Most of all when the night comes down: Tents of beauty if winter snows them, Or an they wear rich autumn's gown, Frescoes if dawn or noontime shows them, Fairest of all when the night comes down. Up the hillsides, down the lowlands, Jewelled in light all Worcester glows, Magical set like fairy showlands, Arbors of lily or banks of rose: Some like ghosts with footsteps stealthy Glimmer on hills where Spencer goes, Others in windows warm and healthy, They of the lily, these of the...
Page 79 - ... Glimmer on hills where Spencer goes, Others in windows warm and healthy, They of the lily, these of the rose. Down in Blackstone's courseway flowing, Held in the eyes of pond and stream, Tier on tier are mill lamps showing Arches of light as a land of dream. Swinging of looms is pictured by them, Traffic of folk in a golden gleam, Spindle and shuttle and men that ply them, Tapestries weave they fair as a dream. Out from deep, dark hills come flashing Trailing lights when the trains go by, Eastward,...
Page 79 - ... as a land of dream. Swinging of looms is pictured by them, Traffic of folk in a golden gleam, Spindle and shuttle and men that ply them, Tapestries weave they fair as a dream. Out from deep, dark hills come flashing Trailing lights when the trains go by, Eastward, westward they are dashing, Speeding as meteors cross the sky. Beacons aloft on tower and steeple Signal and answer a watching eye, Ribbons of light see town and people, Miniature comets across the sky. Five great hills all marked with...

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