“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.” DiesTurnsMorningClearSkyAnd LoveCloudsStreamsHugLife And LoveDroppingOctoberGleamVaporWhistlingMapleQuailsMorning Sky Author:Edmund Clarence Stedman
“Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my fights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing!” EarthFightingHeavenLet MeWingsCloudsSingersRingsLiftsBellsSoarAbove The Clouds Author:Edmund Clarence Stedman
