AMONG THE LAURELS.
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Soft mosses, damp and sweet,
Allured our waiting feet,
Aud brambles veiled their thorns with treacherous bloom;
While tiny flecks of flowers,
Which owned no name of ours,
Added their mite of beauty and perfume.
Allured our waiting feet,
Aud brambles veiled their thorns with treacherous bloom;
While tiny flecks of flowers,
Which owned no name of ours,
Added their mite of beauty and perfume.
And hark! a hidden bird,
To sudden utterance stirred
As by a wondrous love too great to bear
With voiceless silence long,
Burst into passionate song,
Filling with his sweet trouble all the air.
To sudden utterance stirred
As by a wondrous love too great to bear
With voiceless silence long,
Burst into passionate song,
Filling with his sweet trouble all the air.
Then one, whose eager soul
Could brook no small control,
Said, "Let us thread this pleasant path, dear friend:
If thus the way can be
So beautiful to see,
How much more beautiful must be the end!
Could brook no small control,
Said, "Let us thread this pleasant path, dear friend:
If thus the way can be
So beautiful to see,
How much more beautiful must be the end!
Follow! this solitude
May shrine the haunted wood,
May shrine the haunted wood,
