Reconciled.

    We meet again beyond the barren past,
        Beyond the pride, the sorrows and the tears;
        And yearnings leave the strife and hate of years
    To flood our souls with perfect peace at last!
    Our hearts forget the wrong so deep and vast,
        The wounding words and all the cruel woe,
        Till joy is all our bounding bosoms know,
    And life is glad with happiness at last.

    Love, deathless and forgiving, crowns with bays
        The future and our hopes, as full of grace,
    As youth had fondly dreamed in other days,
        When first we knew how sweet was her embrace.
    God's endless purpose guides the feet of men;
    Beyond our pride we meet in love again!

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

Love, Thou Gayest Fancy-Weaver.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

Spring And Music.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

Shadow And Shine.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

Winters On The Farm.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

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Estranged.

    Though far apart, my darling, side by side
        We wander still and our fond yearnings meet,
        As when our hearts with highest raptures beat
    Before our footsteps trod the paths of pride;
    Our close companionship hath never died;
        True love and trust are always fair and sweet,
    And time from life's best hopes can never hide
        A kindred soul that made its own complete!
    So thou, dear one, shall come once more to me,
        The sweeter grown for all thy years of pain;
    My longing arms shall open wide for thee,
        And thou shalt nestle on my breast again;
    Then perfect love shall richly crown the years,
    And both be better for our griefs and tears.

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When We Shall Meet.

    When we shall meet, I strangely know
    The mad emotions that shall flow
        Across my heart all quivering,
        Beneath the raptures he shall bring
    From angel years that gladdened so.

    And I all shy and silent grow
    Beneath his glance of gladness, though
        Wild yearnings through my bosom spring,
        When we shall meet.

    Till joyful tears of passion show,
    And to his kind embrace I throw
        My heart unworthy, and I cling
        With deathless fondness to the king
    I worshipped in the Long Ago,
        When we shall meet!

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Had We Not Met.

    Had we not met, the brooding woe
    And all the griefs that greater grow,
        Might not have been, and happy-wise
        Our lives have laughed with lullabies
    And quaffed such joys as few may know.

    Our days beneath embittered skies
    Where anguish moans and sorrow cries,
        Might not have wept and wandered so,
        Had we not met!

    But ah, my darling! All we prize,--
    Love and sweet trust that never dies,
        Wild yearnings that with constant flow
        From kindred heart to bosom go,--
    Would never in our souls had rise,
        Had we not met!

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Compensation.

    The softest beams of the stars are born in the farthest skies,
    And fairest rays of the sun where evening shadows rise;
    The sweetest songs of the bird are sung in the darkest days,
    And rarest blooms of the spring are found in the wildest ways.

    The brightest blush of the rose is blown as the petals fade.
    The greenest grass of the earth is grown in the hidden glade;
    The fondest rhyme of the rill is heard in the secret vale,
    And lightest lays of the breeze are borne from the dying gale.

    The highest hopes of the heart in saddest of sorrows grow,
    The purest pleasures of joy arise in the wane of woe;
    The gladdest smiles of the lips are seen in the hours of pain,
    And proudest days of the free are spent by the broken chain.

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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;
    And hidden in the dark embrace
        Of days that now are gone,
    I see a form, a fairy form,
        And fancy hurries on!

    I see the old familiar smile,
        I hear the tender tone,
    I greet the softness of the glance
        That cheered me when alone;
    The ruby chains of rich romance
        That bound our bosoms o'er,
    I still can know, I still can feel,
        As they were felt before.

    I name the vows, the fresh young vows,
        That we together said;
    What matters it? She can not know;
        She slumbers with the dead!
    Again the fields ...

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Giving And Forgiving.

    'Tis not by selfish miser's greed
        The great rewards of love are given;
    'Tis not the cynic's haughty creed
        Which gladly makes this world a heaven;
    But tender word and loving deed
        Increase the angel joys of living,
    And mortals gain life's grandest meed
        By acts of giving and forgiving.

    Let warriors bold with armies fight
        Their awful battles brave and gory,
    To reap the harvest of their might
        And fill a gaping world with glory!
    The humble heroes, out of sight,
        Where hidden tears and woes are striving,
    Win victories for truth and right
        By deeds of giving and forgiving.

    Let mighty kings of loyal lands
        Despise the faithful sons of duty,
   ...

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