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To The Quiet Observer After His Long Silence Post by :deals Category :Poems Author :James Whitcomb Riley Date :February 2011 Read :2154

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To The Quiet Observer After His Long Silence

Dear old friend of us all in need
Who know the worth of a friend indeed,
How rejoiced are we all to learn
Of your glad return.

We who have missed your voice so long--
Even as March might miss the song
Of the sugar-bird in the maples when
They're tapped again.

Even as the memory of these
_Blended_ sweets,--the sap of the trees
And the song of the birds, and the old camp too,
We think of you.

Hail to you, then, with welcomes deep
As grateful hearts may laugh or weep!--
You give us not only the bird that sings,
But all good things.

(The end)
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: To The Quiet Observer

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Reach Your Hand To Me
Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress-- Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness-- Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again, When between us land or sea Holds it ever back from me. Sometime I may need it so, Groping somewhere in the night, It will seem to me as though Just a touch,

To Almon Keefer To Almon Keefer

To Almon Keefer
INSCRIBED IN "TALES OF THE OCEAN" This first book that I ever knew Was read aloud to me by you-- Friend of my boyhood, therefore take It back from me, for old times' sake-- The selfsame "Tales" first read to me, Under "the old sweet apple tree," Ere I myself could read such great Big words,--but listening all elate, At your interpreting, until Brain, heart and soul were all athrill With wonder, awe, and sheer excess Of wildest childish happiness. So take the book again--forget All else,--long