Spring And Music.

    Spring, among her sylvan shades,
    And the gladness of her glades,
        Once in dreamy hours was straying,
    Where sweet Music with her throngs
    Of glad melodies and songs
        In the happy vales was playing.

    Pan beheld the fairy maids
    As they gamboled in the shades,
        And he swore they should not sever.
    But that o'er the blooming land,
    Heart to heart and hand in hand,
        They should wander on forever.

    Thus when come the gentle days
    O'er the wildwood's tangled ways,
        There is found no gloomy weather;
    For among the leafy bowers
    And the valleys bright with flowers
        Spring and Music walk together!

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.

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Spinsterhood.

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When We Shall Meet.

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