When Thou Art Near.

    When thou art near, with gladdest grace
    My heart is held in fond embrace,
        For laughing lips with raptures bless
        The toils and tears of my distress,
    And woes within me have no place.

    The halting hours with hurried pace
    Whirl wildly on through happy space,
        And life is light with happiness,
        When thou art near.

    Like mortals whom an angel race
    Renews with gladness face to face,
        I thrill with Love's unseen caress
        That holy hands upon me press,
    And Heaven's pleasures all I trace,
        When thou art near.

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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Tho' thee alone I see,
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    But joy be where thou art?
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Away, Away, From The Sultry Ways.

    Away, away, from the sultry ways
        Where the pleasures fall and fade,
    To the bannered corn and the meadowed bloom
        And the forest's cooling shade!

    Afar, afar, from the rooms of care
        With the toils of life distressed,
    To the grassy hills and the fragrant slopes
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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.

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Love, Thou Gayest Fancy-Weaver.

    Love, thou gayest fancy-weaver,
    Heart-betrayer, soul-deceiver,
    Come with all thy clinging kisses;
    Bringing all thy beaming blisses;
    It may serve the cynic's parts,
        If he curse and if he scout thee,
    But, O, where were gentle hearts,
        If they had to live without thee!

    Weave the spells of thy beguiling
    'Round and 'round me with thy smiling,
    Till the ashen cheek is beaming,
    And the faded eye is gleaming;
    Millions may endure the fight
        In the battle vain to end thee,
    But when taste they thy delight
        They will serve thee and defend thee.

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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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O, Gentle Shade Of Quiet Woods.

    O, gentle shade of quiet woods,
        Where nature dwells in leafy halls,
        I love the sacred voice that falls
    In music o'er thy solitudes!
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        Is hidden from the toils of men,
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        With all the riches of their truth,
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    And mingle into laughing song;
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