THE SOFT LIGHT BEAMED.

THEsoft light beamed, with glow benign,O’er purpling hill-tops fringed with pine,As seated snugly, side by side,We drifted with the glist’ning tide,Adown the classic Brandywine.We heard the lowing of the kine—We saw the trees their boughs entwine,And o’er the meadows newly mownThe soft light beamed.I held her dimpled hand in mine,And from each dainty, curving lineI read her fate—till, bolder grown,I dared to join it with my own;While from those eyes, so deep, divine,The soft light beamed.

THEsoft light beamed, with glow benign,O’er purpling hill-tops fringed with pine,As seated snugly, side by side,We drifted with the glist’ning tide,Adown the classic Brandywine.

THEsoft light beamed, with glow benign,

O’er purpling hill-tops fringed with pine,

As seated snugly, side by side,

We drifted with the glist’ning tide,

Adown the classic Brandywine.

We heard the lowing of the kine—We saw the trees their boughs entwine,And o’er the meadows newly mownThe soft light beamed.

We heard the lowing of the kine—

We saw the trees their boughs entwine,

And o’er the meadows newly mown

The soft light beamed.

I held her dimpled hand in mine,And from each dainty, curving lineI read her fate—till, bolder grown,I dared to join it with my own;While from those eyes, so deep, divine,The soft light beamed.

I held her dimpled hand in mine,

And from each dainty, curving line

I read her fate—till, bolder grown,

I dared to join it with my own;

While from those eyes, so deep, divine,

The soft light beamed.

Howell Stroud England.

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