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Edgar Guest - Autumn EveningsEdgar Guest - Autumn Evenings
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Apples on the table an` the grate-fire blazin` high, Oh, I`m sure the whole world hasn`t any happier man than I; The Mother sittin` mendin` little stockin`s, toe an` knee, An` tellin` all that`s happened through the busy day to me: Oh, I don`t know how to say it, but these cosy autumn nights Seem to glow with true contentment an` a thousand real delights. The dog sprawled out before me knows that huntin` days are here, `Cause he dreams and seems to whimper that a flock o` quail are near; An` the children playin` checkers till it`s time to go to bed, Callin` me to settle questions whether black is beatin` red; Oh, these nights are filled with gladness, an` I puff my pipe an` smile, An` tell myself the struggle an` the work are both worth while. The flames are full o` pictures that keep dancin` to an` fro, Bringin` back the scenes o` gladness o` the happy long ago, An` the whole wide world is silent an` I tell myself just this-- That within these walls I cherish, there is all my world there is! Can I keep the love abiding in these hearts so close to me, An` the laughter of these evenings, I shall gain life`s victory.
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