Oklahoma and Other Poems eBook

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  Again I live in wondrous days,
    When baby hands with chubby glee
    Plucked gladness from the loaded tree
  Where loving burdens bent the sprays;
  The sunny songs of that sweet clime
    Sing softly in my soul again,
    Till I forget the ways of men
  And laugh and shout at Christmas time.

  Angelic joys that died in pain,
    Sweet raptures from the days of bliss,
    Your loving lips with clinging kiss
  Thrill all my heart and soul and brain;
  And turning from my weary rhyme
    To count my sorrows o’er and o’er,
    I’d give my life to know once more
  Those wondrous days of Christmas time.

  Ring, laughing bells, ring out to-night! 
    From happy years that now are fled,
    You bring the faces of the dead,
  And bless me with a deep delight! 
  Away, away, these thoughts of men,
    These toils of mine, that sadness give;
    My heart grows young and I would live
  My Christmas pleasures o’er again!


  All worthies are not sung in song. 
    That live their lives and do their deeds
    Where wounded nature writhes and bleeds
  Beneath the savage blows of wrong;
  From humble duties tender grown,
  The truest heroes are unknown.

  The heart that toils where none may know
    And uncomplaining conquers care,
    To save his loved ones or to spare
  His fellows from the pangs of woe,
  Is more the hero than who shields
  His country on the bleeding fields.

  He claims no praises for his love,
    He seeks no tribute for his worth,
    But sows the desert hearts of earth
  With blossoms from the vales above;
  And in their sunshine warm and bright
  He holds these duties as his right.

  Where lives are dark with dismal groans
    Great men are often chained by fate,
    And oft are slaves more truly great
  Than princes on their purple thrones;
  But servant brows are bound with shame,
  While monarchs flutter into fame.

  Deeds pure and noble, gladly done,
    Unselfish work for sickly souls
    When sorrow in black surges rolls
  And gloomy darkness hides the sun,—­
  These in their truth make more the man
  Than royal aim or princely plan.

  But sometime man shall rule by thought,
    And worth shall gain her just return,
    Till all shall every singer spurn
  Who in the ancient cycles taught
  That heroes rest in royal graves,
  But never in the tombs of slaves.


  If we but knew the weary way,
    The poisoned paths of hostile hate,
    The roughened roads of fiercest fate,
  Through which our brother’s journey lay,
  Would we condemn, as now we do,
  His faults and failures,—­if we knew?

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