THE MOODS OF YOU.



And join with you in gnarly feud
  To help you catch on canvas screen,
Within some beechen solitude,
  The glint of gold amongst /he green.

Ye poets souds that dream and drerem,
  This Naad, ioviug sang 4nd sky,
Newborn of native grove and streamn,
  In guise of womun hnarenl high-
Let us decree fr love and lore,
  This friend who heaps our laurels up,
That she shall drink forevermore
  The wine of joy from golden cup,
And down the ages ring clear-toned
  The praise each sweet shell now prolongs,
And crown her where she sits enthroned
  Upon the tops of our best songs.
                      RUFUS J. CHILDRENSS.



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