To James Whitcomb Riley, In Affectionate Memory Of Other Days

A poem by Freeman Edwin Miller

Our dearest joys forever flow
From fountains of the Long Ago,
That from the heights of pleasures past
Flood all the present valleys vast,
And with eternal glees provide
The future's endless ocean tide.


To ope each cage where a heartless age
Hath chained the birds of singing,
Till Love's own glee that is fond and free
Shall laugh where they are winging,--
Such is my wish. 'Tis true, hold I,
That songs, like birds, in bondage die.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'To James Whitcomb Riley, In Affectionate Memory Of Other Days' by Freeman Edwin Miller

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy