Though waving grasses grow Between, and lilies blow Their trills of perfume clear As laughter to the ear, Let each mute measure end
— from Riley Songs of Home by James Whitcomb Riley
Though waving grasses grow Between, and lilies blow Their trills of perfume clear As laughter to the ear, Let each mute measure end With "Still he is thy friend." SUSPENSE.
— from Green Fields and Running Brooks, and Other Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
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