Warm Summer Sun
after Robert Richardson Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night.
This poem is in the public domain.
And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken,
And did the mourners cry?
No; such was not the fate of
Young Stephen Dowling Bots;
Though sad hearts round him thickened,
’Twas not from sickness’ shots.
On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer’s day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
From out the clouds at noon that day
There came a dreadful storm,
That piled the billows high about,
And filled us with alarm.
L'ARBRE FEE DE BOURLEMONT SONG OF THE CHILDREN Now what has kept your leaves so green, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's tears! They brought each grief, And you did comfort them and cheer Their bruised hearts, and steal a tear That, healed, rose a leaf. And what has built you up so strong, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's love!