 O playmate in the golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago.  Wisconsin Journal of Education - Page 1901898Full view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...golden time! Our inossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the vecries sing The songs of long ago. And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea, —... | |
 | 1867 - 796 pages
...beside the silent sea, I wait the muffled oar ; Xo harm from Him can come to me, On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air, I only know I c.innot drift Beyond His love and care. 0 brothers ! if my faith is vain, If ho|€s like these betray... | |
 | 1861 - 674 pages
...golden time ! Our. mossy scat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean.* " The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veerics sing The song of long ego. " And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sen,—... | |
 | 1866 - 396 pages
...golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago. And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea,— The moaning of the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 pages
...golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing 342 HOME BA.LLADS. And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea, — The moaning of... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 pages
...golden time I Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea, — The moaning of the sea of change Between... | |
 | Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1868 - 858 pages
...And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed star my spirit ciings ; I know that God is good ! 4. " I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond bis love and care. 6. " And so, beside the silent sea, I wait the muffled oar; No harm from him can... | |
 | Iowa State Horticultural Society - 1909 - 566 pages
...with a satisfied resignation you can with the poet Whittier truly say: "I know not where His island lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know, I cannot drift Beyond His love or care." THE PRESIDENT : This paper is open for discussion now. MR. CLEMONS : May I ask by what method... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 106 pages
...golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago. And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea, — The moaning of the... | |
 | 1899 - 978 pages
...what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air, I only know 1 cannot drift Beyond. His love and care, Nor does Micah fall into the error of imagining that mercy... | |
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