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The End Of The Day Post by :hiawatha Category :Poems Author :Thomas S. Jones Date :October 2011 Read :2351

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The End Of The Day

The day is done and every hour is spent
And now it lies a-dying in the west,
Yet with what wonder those last moments blest
Crown all with the chaste kiss of sweet content;
For nature's minstrels sing a carol pent
With the soft music of the spheres suppressed
In one great strain--the while upon night's breast
The dying day sinks down in languishment.

And in those last faint breaths as 'twere in sooth
The halo of some saint, a glowing light
Of purest gold streams through the darkened sky,
A light more wondrous than the dawn of youth--
For 'tis a flame cleft out the veil of night
From that eternal dawn that ne'er can die!

(The end)
Thomas S. Jones's poem: End Of The Day

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The Mayor's Ring The Mayor's Ring

The Mayor's Ring
I hold a token in my hand, A very tiny thing;And yet within its golden band A thousand memories cling.Aye! thrice ten thousand memories cling Of signal victories won,Enshrined within this little ring, Reward of duty done.I ever shall this token prize, And wear it with true grace--The tie that binds the kindred ties Of friendship race to race.And when I soar full through the skies, Yet ever will I clingWithin the gates of Paradise This sacred little ring!(The end)Edward Smyth Jones's poem: Mayor's Ring

To J. S. B. To J. S. B.

To J. S. B.
On seeing her December 25th, 1904, after two years' travel.Take, fair maid, these simple lines From my pen;Think of strollings 'neath the pines, Which have been--Long and lonesome were the days We were apart,But may Love, now, have her sways,-- Bind heart to heart!O'er main to isle and back to land Have I been;Beheld on either hand A maiden queen:But none with captivating charms Like thine;None to nestle in her arms, Love of mine!Charms unto thee God gave To banish strife;To glorify and save One sweet life--Take this, dear, before we