~~~~~~poems~~~~~~
HAPPINESS
Tall pines, silhouetted against the azure sky,
Great puffs of goldenrods that
Enchant my favorite hills;
Happy voices of negroes singing spirituals
After the sultry sun is still.
Oaks and maples, waved to a golden shore
Of hills by the brook, that always stay
Ever ready, to lend their cooling shade
To weary travelers, plodding down life’s way.
Veils of mist that dim the sight for miles;
Lovers, unmindful, as the wings
and clouds float by.
Old men, young men, alike do feel
The nearness of the earth and sky.
The Milky Way, a restful path for weary angels;
The beams of golden moonlight
Glowing down ---
Stillness, aye, solitude, but for the sighing
Of the cool breezes all around.
These are the things that make me happy.
Things He gave,
that make me carefree,
And over hills and dales and land and sea
Their magic charms are ever calling me!
God offers us much happiness;
He saw fit
To make and put on earth so much of it!
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