Maxioms by Madison Julius Cawein
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and
brain.
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and
brain.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
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Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money--
Come, journey the way with me.
