Our hearts grow fresher every hour,

And brighten in the rain.

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When Twilight Comes

ALL out of doors for all life’s way,

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The fields and the woods and the good sunlight;

And then in the chill of the evening gray,

A sheltered nook and the hearth-fire bright.

No hearth, no shelter attend my way!

Not late, dear life, linger not too late;

But before the chill and before the gray,

Let the sunset gild the grave-stone date.

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Leafless April

LEAFLESS April chased by light,

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Chased by dark and full of laughter,

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