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Clinton Scollard Quotes

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 have its way.

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 have its way.

Clinton Scollard
Inspirational, Wind, Bird
Clinton Scollard (1916). “Ballads, Patriotic & Romantic”

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams.

Clinton Scollard
Dream, Kings, Men

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
Song, Time, Heart
Clinton Scollard (1916). “Ballads, Patriotic & Romantic”

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
Life, Heart, Journey

To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.

Clinton Scollard
Health, Giving, Woods
Clinton Scollard (1906). “Easter-song: Lyrics and Ballads of the Joy of Spring-time”

A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.

Clinton Scollard
Summer, June, Drunk
CLINTON SCOLLARD (1888). “OLD AND NEW WORLD LYRICS”

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 crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.

Clinton Scollard
Stars, Twilight, Sunset

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 the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.

Clinton Scollard
Moon, Sky, Owl
Clinton Scollard (1916). “Ballads, Patriotic & Romantic”

O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List! hark his lay! Whist! mark his play! T-r-r-r-l! Hear how gay!

Clinton Scollard
Spring, Gay, Wind

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