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Title: A Recollection
Author: Cotton Noe [
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Clouds of sorrow cannot hide
Gleams of sunshine gilding hours
Of happy memory, sweet as flowers
Ever blooming by the wayside,
Thronged with thorn and thistle.
Reapers binding sheaves of plenty,
Think the golden dreams of twenty
Thrill them deepest; and the whistle
Of some lone love-dreaming bird
In the meadow, wakes to memory
Notes now hushed, but sweeter than the
Ear of mortal ever heard.
'Neath the cliffs near by the river
Long cymes of honey-suckle grew,
Odorous in the air; and the violet, too,
Entangling with the phlox, and ever
Entessellated beds of petal'd mosaic
Stretching out before us, rich
As the drapery of a dream in which
The toil of life was not prosaic.
Neither can the hungry ear
Enfashion music softer, sweeter,
Drawn from lyre, than the meter--
Rippling cascade trickling near.
[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Recollection
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