When nights o’errun in music,

I know the days are long.

When suns afoot are marching,

And rains are quick and strong,

And streams speak in a whisper,

I know the days are long.

When hills are clad in velvet,

And winds can do no wrong,

And woods are deep and dusky,

I know the days are long.

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Out of Doors

IN the urgent solitudes

I

Lies the spur to larger moods;

In the friendship of the trees

Dwell all sweet serenities.

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