William Bliss Carman

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir:
We must rise and follow her,
When read more

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir:
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.

Art thou the topmost apple
The gathers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
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Art thou the topmost apple
The gathers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
Shall I not take thee?

When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand read more

When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand in a waiting hush,
Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.

Thank God for poverty
That makes and keeps us free,
And lets us go our unobtrusive way,
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Thank God for poverty
That makes and keeps us free,
And lets us go our unobtrusive way,
Glad of the sun and rain,
Upright, serene, humane,
Contented with the fortune of a day.