Ambition.How fresh and cool the air! The bells have tolled the hour of eight. No vesper chimes e'er emulate A summer eve more rare. The playful branches to and fro Romp with the roguish breeze, As restlessly they come and go And cast their shifting shades below, Dark silhouettes 'neath the trees. A monster train on distant road Disturbs the quiet hour With throb and beat. It seems to goad Itself with the tremendous load To show its giant power. O Thou who made the summer night, My heart burns with desire To match the engine in its might, To know the truth, to do the right, And lift life's standard higher. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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