Glad winters on the olden farm!
How raptures from the early times
Commingle into fairy chimes
Which gently banish cries of harm!
My fainting soul finds rest the whiles
Within the arms of memory,
And tender scenes of boyish glee
Transform my sorrows into smiles.
Wintry Farm Scene
Image courtesy/Fine Art America
Thrice happy nights and happy days,
Sweet isles of pleasure in the past,
May long your hallowed moments cast
A sacred sunshine o'er my ways!
And where life leads me, gladly arm
My soul with angel songs of bliss,
With true embrace and holy kiss,
O, winters on the olden farm!
Sweet isles of pleasure in the past,
May long your hallowed moments cast
A sacred sunshine o'er my ways!
And where life leads me, gladly arm
My soul with angel songs of bliss,
With true embrace and holy kiss,
O, winters on the olden farm!
An excerpt from the poem,
"Winters On The Farm"
Freeman Edwin Miller
(1864-1951)
American poet, lawyer, newspaper editor,
and district court judge
Freeman Edwin Miller
(1864-1951)
American poet, lawyer, newspaper editor,
and district court judge
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