Little dreaming / Fenton Johnson [electronic text]

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Johnson, Fenton, 1888-1958

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Chicago, Ill.: Peterson Linotyping Company

1913

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"Little dreaming / Fenton Johnson [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD9014.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 16, 2024.

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                    Flower of the Summer Night
                    
                      Flower of the summer night, 
                    
                      Picture of the pale moonlight, 
                    
                      Love of youth, eternal love, 
                    
                      Borne from angels up above. 
                    
                      Night and day I sing a song 
                    
                      Of thee, my pretty, rosy Dawn; 
                    
                      And the sorrows and the pain 
                    
                      Live within my soul again. 
                    
                      Oh, to look into thy heart, 
                    
                      And find there sweet Cupid's part! 
                    
                      Such a joy no angel knows, 
                    
                      In the land where Jordan flows; 
                    
                      But the fate of love is fate, 
                    
                      Come it early, come it late, 
                    
                      So my lyre shall sing of her 
                    
                      With the songs that passion stir.