JOHN VANCE CHENEY AMERICA, 1848 Evening Songs 1 I The birds have hid, the winds are low, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. The heavy beetle spreads her wings, The bat is the rover, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. II It is that pale, delaying hour The silence of the earth and skies. "Poems," published by Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin, 1 From & Co., Boston. 10 15 5 10 The world has thoughts she will not own When shade and dream with night have flown; Makes golden guesses what they are. III Now is Light, sweet mother, down the west, She took him up, all tired with play, While he sleeps, one wanders in his stead, She follows happy waters after, Leaving behind low, rippling laughter. IV Behind the hilltop drops the sun, The bird is silent overhead, The south wind feels its amorous course BLISS CARMAN CANADA, 1861 A Vagabond Song' There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood -- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of fame She calls and calls each vagabond by name. 1 From "Songs from Vagabondia,' ," by Bliss Carman. Used by the courteous permission of the author and the publishers, Messrs. Small, Maynard, & Co, 5 10 15 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AMERICA, 1852-1916 Old Glory! say, who, Qld Glory1 By the ships and the crew, And the long, blended ranks of the gray and the blue— Who gave you, Old Glory, the name that you bear 5 With such pride everywhere, As you cast yourself free to the rapturous air And leap out full length, as we're wanting you to?— Who gave you that name, with the ring of the same, And the honor and fame so becoming to you? 10 Your stripes stroked in ripples of white and of red, With your stars at their glittering best overhead By day or by night Their delightfullest light Laughing down from their little square heaven of blue! 15 Who gave you the name of Old Glory Who gave you the name of Old Glory? say, who The old banner lifted and faltering then 1 This and the following poems are used by the courteous permission of the publishers, Messrs. Bobbs, Merrill, & Co., Indianapolis. Old Glory: the story we're wanting to hear Is what the plain facts of your christening were, — Repeat it, and cheer it, 's a tang to the spirit As salt as a tear; And seeing you fly, and the boys marching by, There's a shout in the throat and a blur in the eye, For you, floating above, And the scars of all wars and the sorrows thereof, 5 10 15 Then the old banner leaped like a sail in the blast, . . . So I came by the name of Old Glory. |