Under the Stars.

Under the stars, when the shadows fall,
    Under the stars of night;
What is so fair as the jeweled crown
Of the azure skies, when the sun is down,
    Beautiful stars of light!

Under the stars, where the daisies lie
    Lifeless beneath the snow;
Lovely and pure, they have lived a day,
Silently passing forever away,
    Lying so meek and low.

Under the stars in the long-ago--
    Under the stars to-night;
Life is the same, with its great unrest
Wearily throbbing within each breast,
    Searching for truth and light.

Under the stars as they drift along,
    Far in the azure seas;
Beautiful treasures of light and song,
Glad'ning the earth as they glide along,
    What is so fair as these?

Under the stars in the quiet night,
    Under the stars above;
Sweet is the breath of the evening air,
Spirits of heaven unseen are there,
    Weaving a web of love.

Under the stars in the shadowy eve,
    Glittering stars of truth;
Beautiful sprays of eternal light,
Laid on the brow of the dusky night,
    Blossoms of fadeless youth.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick was an American poet of the 19th century. Not much is known about her early life, but her poetry was well-regarded and she became known for her emotional and heartfelt verses. She contributed to various periodicals and was part of the literary scene of her time. Her works often focused on themes of love, nature, and the human experience. Despite her contributions, detailed biographical information about Sherrick remains sparse.

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The Mississippi.

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The Star of Youth.

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    Oh, a beautiful sun is he;
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Sunset on the Mississippi.

O beautiful hills in the purple light,
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I dream of you oft in the silent night,
    As the golden days go by.

The river that flows at my longing feet
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Under the Sea.

Under the sea, the great wide sea
    That sweeps the golden shore;
What treasures lie beneath the waves
    Forevermore!

Ask of the winds, the sobbing winds
    That toss the waves on high;
And fling the burden of their song
    Unto the sky.

Ask of the stars, the jeweled stars
    That sleep within the tide;
Like golden lilies floating far,
    And swinging wide.

Ask of the clouds that drift at noon
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And looking down see skies beneath
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Up in the sky, the golden clouds
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Tower Grove.

Oh tell me not of the lands so old
Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold,
And the rivers lie in the sun's bright rays
Forever singing the old world's praise.
Nor proudly boast of the gardens grand
That spring to earth at a king's command;
There are treasures here in the far great West
That rival the hills on the Orient's crest.

Far from the sight of the dusty town
Like a perfect gem in a golden crown,
Lies a beautiful garden vast and fair,
Where the wild birds sing in the evening air,
And the dews fall down in a silent shower
On the fragrant head of each beaming flower;
While far and near o'er the land sun-kissed,
Hangs the roseate veil of the sunset mist.

Under the shade of the western wall
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The Lake.

A limpid lake, a diamond gem,
    The moonbeams kissed with light;
And all the stars that heaven knew
    Were mirrored in the night.

How fair the world, how fair the night,
    When lake and river run
Like jeweled streams of fairy land
    Beneath a silver sun.

The lake grew proud and claimed each star
    That lay upon her breast;
"Ah! they are mine," she said; "these gems
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"And yonder moon, that sails on high,
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A star-king knelt and kissed the waves
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"Our moon is queen of heaven," he said,
    "Is queen forevermore.

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