At Eventide.

    At eventide, when glories lie
    In crimson curtains hung on high,
        And all the breast of heaven glows
        With mingled wreaths of flowers and snows,
    The dearest dreams of life draw nigh.

    The pleasures in their soft robes fly
    With angel wings adown the sky,
        And rapture lulls to sweet repose,
        At eventide.

    Ah, well-a-day! Life's weary cry,
    And all its curse and care shall die,
        When Age on downy couches throws
        His weary limbs and only knows
    The tender dreams of bye-and-bye,
        At eventide!

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

Freeman Edwin Miller

In The Vales.

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The Farmer.

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Sing Me A Song, O, Wind.

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At The Mill.

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Ex Anima.

    The gloomy hours of silence wake
        Remembrance and her train,
    And phantoms through the fancies chase
        The mem'ries that remain;
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        Of days that now are gone,
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        And fancy hurries on!

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