Shots At Random by Howell Stroud EnglandShots At Random by Howell Stroud England

Shots At Random

byHowell Stroud England

Paperback | February 2, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899. Excerpt: ... And there, rieath that pitiless heaven, I breathed in my anguish and prayer, A cry, that a sign might be given To soothe, or to seal my despair. When lo! a fair rose, just unfolding, Refreshed, as with glistening dew, And sweet as the breath of an angel, Burst full on my wondering view. The storm not a petal had broken, It seemed but by zephyrs caressed, I snatched it in joy from the tempest, And laid it in love, on my breast. And deep in my bosom, storm shaken, Rebuking the doubt and the gloom, As pure as this Heavenly token, A hope was beginning to bloom. The storm is still raging about me, My spirit is tranquil within, And future smiles fairer before me, For doubt and despair that have been. The sweet bud of promise still opens, No more in despond shall I grope, For hope, is the light of my spirit, And love is the life of my hope. SWEET SUZETTE. I am thinking of a land, Where the clear Opequan flows, And the mountains grandly strong, Kindly arms about it close; Fairest land of all the earth, There my dearest hopes are set, For it is your home--your home, Sweet Suzette. Far above the sleeping town, O'er the rugged hills I stray, As the yellow moon goes down, Gazing, gazing far away. Out into the West I gaze, Toward the place where first we met, Ah, those days were golden days, Sweet Suzette. I am thinking of the spring, Where from one small cup we drank, Of the brooklet's murmuring, As we sat upon the bank. Of the hours beneath the oak, Ne'er, oh, ne'er shall I forget, Earnest words half jesting spoke, Sweet Suzette. Speak and tell me, shall my life Be as sweet as were those days? Or shall fate remorselessly, Crush the hope she joyed to raise? I am waiting, trembling still, Is it joy, or wild regret? You can shape it as you will, Sweet Suzette. SAIL ON,...
Title:Shots At RandomFormat:PaperbackDimensions:30 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.06 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217874649

ISBN - 13:9780217874649