Maxioms by Edmund C. Stedman
Alas, by what rude fate
Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever read more
Alas, by what rude fate
Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet.
No clouds are in the morning sky,
The vapors hug the stream,
Who says that life and read more
No clouds are in the morning sky,
The vapors hug the stream,
Who says that life and love can die
In all this northern gleam?
At every turn the maples burn,
The quail is whistling free,
The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs
Are dropping for you and me.
Ho! hillyho! heigh O!
Hillyho!
In the clear October morning.
