Albert Pike Poems

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1.
Home

Though the heart hath been sunken in folly and guilt—
Though its hopes and its joys on the earth have been spilt—
Though its course hath become like the cataract's foam—
Still, still it is holy, when thinking on Home.
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2.
Home

How many a tongue
With words of wondrous eloquence, hath sung
Of ' Home, sweet Home!' How the old memories throng,
Stirred by the sweet notes of the dear old song,
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3.
Ode To The Mocking-Bird

THOU glorious mocker of the world! I hear
Thy many voices ringing through the glooms
Of these green solitudes; and all the clear,
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4.
To The Planet Jupiter

Thou art a radiant and imperial star,
Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afar
Upon the edge of yonder eastern hill,
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5.
The Widowed Heart

Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore!
Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more;
Thy tender eyes will never more look fondly into mine,
Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly entwine,—
Thou are lost to me forever, Isadore!
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6.
Dixie

Southrons, hear your country call you!
Up, lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
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7.
An Invitation

Come out and sit with me, dear wife, beneath these branching trees,
And let our little children come, and clamber on our knees!
It is a sweet, soft, pleasant morn, the loveliest in May,
And their little hearts are beating fast, longing to be at play.
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8.
The First Wild-Flower Of Spring

Young nursling of the Spring and southern mind!
Thou comest like tenderness fostered by neglect,
Or like new hope within a desert mind,
Lonely and beautiful. With new gladness decked,
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9.
The Dying Wife

Dear husband, raise me in thine arms,—the hour is drawing near
When I must part with thee, and these our little children dear.
Though froward often, I have been a loving, faithful wife,
And on thy breast I fain would rest, and breathe away my life.
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10.
"Eiios&Quot;

A gentleman from ARKANSAW, not long ago, 'tis said,
Waked up one pleasant morning, and discovered he was dead;
He was on his way to Washington, not seeking for the spoils,
But rejoicing in the promise of a spree at JOHNNY COYLE'S.
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