Horace and His Influence by Grant Showerman
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To HOWARD LESLIE SMITH LOVER OF LETTERS SABINE HILLS O_n Sabine hills when melt the snows_, S_till level-full His river flows_; E_ach April now His valley fills_ W_ith cyclamen and daffodils_; A_nd summers wither with the rose_. S_wift-waning moons the cycle close_: B_irth,--toil,--mirth,--death; life onward goes_ T_hrough harvest heat or winter chills_ O_n Sabine hills_. Y_et One breaks not His long repose_, N_or hither comes when Zephyr blows_; I_n vain the spring's first swallow trills_; N_ever again that Presence thrills_; O_ne charm no circling season knows_ O_n Sabine hills_. GEORGE MEASON WHICHER |
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