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ars and sighing, What if summer-time IS dying? Let's go hunting for adventure, you and I. Let's go down the road together, you and I-- And if you are frightened lest you Weary grow, my arms will rest you, As we take the road together when the red leaves fly. Springtime is the time for mating? Ah, a deeper love is waiting Down the autumn road that calls us, you and I! THE CITY-- TOWERS AND CANYONS, AND SLUMS, MAN BUILT.... AND SOULS, GOD BUILT! SCARLET FLOWERS The window box across the street Is filled with scarlet flowers; They glow, like bits of sunset cloud, Across the dragging hours. What though the mist be like a shroud What though the day be dreary? The window box across the street Is warm, and gay, and cheery! The window box across the street Is filled with scarlet flowers; I almost catch their perfume sweet.... Above the sound of tramping feet, They sing of country bowers. Against the house that looms so gray, They smile in--well, a friendly way. A tired shop girl hurries by; Their color seems to catch her eye; She pauses, starts, and wistfully She gazes up. It seems to me That I can hear her longing sigh.... A little shop girl hurries by. A newsboy stops to sell his wares; The crowds brush by him; no one cares To buy his papers. But above The scarlet flowers bravely grow In token of the Father's love.... The crowds brush coldly by below. A blind man stumbles, groping past; He cannot see their scarlet shine; And yet some memory seems to twine About his soul. For, oh, he turns As trusting as a child who yearns For some vague dream, and smilingly He lifts the eyes that cannot see.... A blind man stumbles, groping past. The window box across the street Is filled with scarlet flowers; They tell a secret, tender, sweet, Through all the dreary hours. And folk who hurry on their way Dream of some other brighter day.... The window box across the street Is filled with scarlet flowers. ON FIFTH AVENUE I walked down Fifth Avenue the other day (In the languid summertime everybody strolls down Fifth Avenue); And I passe
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