The Fallen Tree.
I passed along a mountain road,
Which led me through a wooded glen,
Remote from dwelling or abode
And ordinary haunts of men;
And wearied from the dust and heat.
Beneath a tree, I found a seat.... more »
Clink! Clink! Clink!
The song of the hammer and drill!
At the sound of the whistle so shrill and clear,
He must leave the wife and the children dear,
In his cabin upon the hill.... more »
The First Storm.
The leafless branch and meadow sere,
The dull and leaden skies,
Join with the mournful wind and drear... more »