When wind does blow among the trees And cool the earth with gentle breeze How softly then my thoughts do go To you my love in summer's glow.
For leaves are green on summer's day And strong the limbs that slowly sway In these sweet winds that never die But time goes on and so must I For summer now is turned to fall As age does bend what once was tall And gentle though the wind may blow It still must cease to warm me so. And I must leave thy golden breast To seek the earth to find my rest For softly though my dreams may go My dreams are dust and time does flow.
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When one swims
When one swims the sea of life
One may not build a moat Nor firmly hold an anchor And still expect to float Though anchor may seem steady And firmly hold you down If ye seek the air to breathe By anchor you will drown So swimmer of life's waters Be careful what you dream What you think you think you know
And here's the story's moral If I may sum it up:
- Always be what God made thee...
- and with him ye shall sup
- The End