Chapter 5
Section 5 of Hearth and Home, Collected Poems and Stories by Various. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Summer Song These roses red, these roses red, To summer's softest breezes wed,
That sweep with golden wing and mouth From you blue chambers of the south, What sweet philosophers are they, Rejoicing in the passing ray. See how they, with their souls of love,
bask in the splendor from above? What perfect happiness is theirs in all these evanescent airs? What, though an autumn pall must gloom, shall they not still enjoy their bloom?
O lovely little teachers, thus breathe your philosophy for us. He worships best who takes the light, although at last there must be a night. Nor woos the shadow of the tomb
Before its time our beings bloom.
