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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALICE RAY, by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The birds their love-notes warble Last Line: We gain by what we give. Alternate Author Name(s): Hale, Sara; Hale, Sarah Josepha Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Childhood | |||
THE birds their love-notes warble Among the blossomed trees; The flowers are sighing forth their sweets To wooing honey-bees; The glad brook o'er a pebbly floor Goes dancing on its way, -- But not a thing is so like spring As happy Alice Ray. An only child was Alice, And, like the blest above, The gentle maid had ever breathed An atmosphere of love; Her father's smile like sunshine came, Like dew her mother's kiss; Their love and goodness made her home, Like heaven, the place of bliss. Beneath such tender training, The joyous child had sprung, Like one bright flower, in wild-wood bower, And gladness round her flung; And all who met her blessed her, And turned again to pray That grief and care might ever spare The happy Alice Ray. The gift that made her charming Was not from Venus caught; Nor was it, Pallas-like, derived From majesty of thought; Her healthful cheek was tinged with brown, Her hair without a curl -- But then her eyes were love-lit stars, Her teeth as pure as pearl. And when in merry laughter Her sweet, clear voice was heard, It welled from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird; And all who heard were moved to smiles, As at some mirthful lay, And to the stranger's look replied, "'T is that dear Alice Ray." And so she came, like sunbeams That bring the April green; As type of nature's royalty, They called her "Woodburn's queen!" A sweet, heart-lifting cheerfulness, Like spring-time of the year, Seemed ever on her steps to wait, -- No wonder she was dear. Her world was ever joyous -- She thought of grief and pain As giants in the olden time, That ne'er would come again; The seasons all had charms for her, She welcomed each with joy, -- The charm that in her spirit lived No changes could destroy. Her heart was like a fountain, The waters always sweet, -- Her pony in the pasture, The kitten at her feet, The ruffling bird of Juno, and The wren in the old wall, Each knew her loving carefulness, And came at her soft call. Her love made all things lovely, For in the heart must live The feeling that imparts the charm, -- We gain by what we give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE |
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