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Show O PUMPKIN PIE! Ey VlLbCR D. NESEiT 0 pumpkin pie! Athwart tin face A hundred fancies rr.y I trace! 1 s.e the glint of stumer sun, Ai.d twilight, whin trie day is done; ,'he sv ber ; :ac- cf sr sing jows . ..o in ihe mcd w grasses browse; The radi nt g ;.ry of tne n.on That sweeps across ihe nodding corn. A tnou and happy fancies strt When lioa art i.estiiisg near my h art. 0 pumpkin pie! I hear the breeze That whispered in the m. pie trees; 1 see the swaying fields of wheat, A- d hi ar the bircsongs, clear and sweet; A. d, low across the land at ni&ht, I catch the ba.lad of de.ight The chant the cricket sings in glee; And summer comes ; gain to me. O pumpkin pie! Thmdost thou cast Thy joyous glamour o'er the past. O pumpkin pie! Vithin thy breast These g'adsome summer fancies rest; The golden sunshine and the tew Have paid their tribute through and through. The song the lark tril'ed in the air .'tiihin thy form is echoed there; i-'or ail these ihigs of joy to me X'ere caught and firmly held by thee. 0 pumpkin pie! Fo all thou cidst 1 welcome thee unto m..' midst! (Copyright by Wilbur D. Nesblt) |