Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 20. “O Sweet Wild Roses That Bud and Blow”

O sweet wild roses that bud and blow
Along the way that my Love may go;
O moss-green rocks that touch her dress,
And grass that her dear feet may press;

O maple-tree whose brooding shade
For her a summer tent has made;
O goldenrod and brave sunflower
That flame before my maiden's bower;

O butterfly on whose light wings
The golden summer sunshine clings;
O birds that flit o'er wheat and wall,
And from cool hollows pipe and call;

O falling water whose distant roar
Sounds like the waves upon the shore;
O winds that down the valley sweep,
And lightnings from the clouds that leap;

O skies that bend above the hills;
O gentle rains and babbling rills;
O moon and sun that beam and burn—
Keep safe my Love till I return!

1. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
2. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
3. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
4. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror
5. The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee”

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