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Oak and Ivy (1893)
To Her Who has ever been My guide, Teacher, and Inspiration - My Mother, This little volume is affectionately inscribed.
First published by Press of United Brethren Publishing House: Dayton, OH
The river sleeps beneath the sky,
And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay
And mourns with me the dying day,--
While in the south the first faint star
Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
Across the heaven's graying space;
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her sombre crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down.