Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time! — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits at the journey's end! — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List! hark his… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time! — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh,… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
