The Mankato Free Press

TOGETHER.

Ah, the meeting time! O love, how sweet
The spring-time scented air
When May-bells ring a merry chime,
And tinkle everywhere;
When bird-wings bear o'er southern slope
The scent of musk and heliotrope,
And bird-songs, sweet and sweeter growing,
First woo the roses into blowing.

And the summer-time! O love, how bright
The amethystine skies.
How fair each bud, and leaf and spray,
When seen through lover's eyes?
O silver stars of summer eves,
O moonlight on the ivy leaves,
Fair, fair your sheen, but O the gleaming
Of love-light in her fond eyes beaming

Think not of parting! Love, not yet
The fateful words repeat!
When leaves drift down the dusty path,
And no more gleams the wheat
When far to south the sweet birds fly,
And early tears bedim the sky,
'Twere surely best in autumn weather,
That hearts should closely cling together.

So, no fear have we—my love and I
Of barren hills and rain.
The drip of eaves and song of birds
Melt in one tender strain.
Sweet flowers blossom in the heart,
When rose and violet depart;
The love-bird sings through wintry weather,
The while we list its song together.