Burning brush
In morning hush
While bacon fragrance floats.

Daylight dreams
Along bright streams
With knapsack and light coats.

Wind blown hair,
They march and share
And sing the happy notes.




THE PROMISE


O Glendolyn, the life of my being,
O Darling, the good in your heart!
Bright eyes in the flash of a moment
Grow sad as the time nears to part,
Tears well in the midst of the laughter,
Unbidden as the showers in Spring.
Although the days cloud, but after
The future will brighten and sing.

O Glendolyn, weep not at my going,
The weary long hours will pass;