Nor yet because her radiant cheek is fair,

And like the touch of autumn's thistle down;

I will not swear I have not seen her frown;

She may be rich and proud and debonair,

For aught I know, I'm sure I do not care:

But oh, her eyes, her eyes are Edith's crown!

I've gazed upon the stars of northern skies

And breathed the perfume of the southern breeze;

I've listened to the boom of far-off seas

On mystic shores; I've seen the full moon rise

Through branch and bloom of old magnolia trees!

There's nothing like the thrill of Edith's eyes!

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THE NATURALIST

The shouts of happy boys he does not hear,

Nor knows that wretched men must toil for bread;

The tragedy of life he has not read,

Or deems it but the comedy of fear:

He never lifts his eyes above the ground

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