Identifier: sunbeamsreflecti00elli (find matches)
Title: Sunbeams and reflections
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Ellis, Lou (Spencer), Mrs., 1860- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Chicago, C. H. Kerr & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e3^es,With wonderment and great surprise,To hear a wood and leather cowTalk in this way. He made a bow,And from his corner came to seeIf he could solve this mystery.His trip across the playroom floor,Caused much commotion and uproar;The rubber cats began to mew.The dogs barked loud; a motley crewOf soldiers tin, with muskets bright.Glared fierce as if about to fight.At sound of drum and bugles call.Poor Brownie backed against the wall,Then changed himself into a mouse,Crept through a hole and left the house,Resolved to brave the winters coldRather than live mong playthings old,And bound so firm by friendships tie,They let no curious Brownie pryInto their secrets. If contentHad he remained, and wisely spentThe days in peace and quietude,Not one to him would have been rude. A little lesson all who liveCan learn from this. InquisitiveAnd prying habits oft give pain;Better in silence to remain,And learn by observation true,Life lessons not quite clear to you. rilE PINE TREES IV///SPEA. 15
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FRANK.The merry shouts that rise from play. 16 THE PINE TREES WHISPER. THE PINE TREES WHISPER. A pine tree on a mountain height, Rustled and whispered lowTo a small cloud, that caught the light Thrown by an afterglow. The evening shadows swiftly fall, Let down your light on me;Voices afar now softly call, Ill echo whisperingly; Earnest or harsh, they sound in turn, Then wooing tones of love.Then warlike cries; then words that yearn In prayer, to Him above. The vesper bell, with rythmic flow,Rings love toward all mankind: Now home, belated toilers go,And joyous welcome find. ^ Sweet, now the mothers cradle song. Lulling the babe to rest;And ever through the whole day long, The sounds I love the best, Arc childrens voices, light and gay,In laughter, gurgling, sweet; The merry shouts that rise from play.Or patter of their feet. THE SOUTH WINDS SIGH. 17 THE SOUTH WINDS SIGH. Within a cavern, black with shade, All day the winds were pent;Shrieks, groans and moans such chaos made, That swif

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