George Pope Morris Poems

The pride of all our chivalry,
The name of Worth will stand,
While throbs the pulse of liberty
Within his native land:
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Come to me in cherry-time,
And, as twilight closes,
We will have a merry time,
Here among the roses!
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Deliver us from evil, Heavenly Father!
It still besets us wheresoe'er we go!
Bid the bright rays of revelation gather
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All that's beautiful in woman,
All we in her nature love,
All that's good in all that's human,
Passed this gate to courts above.
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Fare thee well, love!--We must sever!
Nor for years, love; but for ever!
We must meet no more--or only
Meet as strangers--sad and lonely.
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They come!--Be firm--in silence rally!
The long-knives our retreat have found!
Hark!--their tramp is in the valley,
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'Man dieth and wasteth away,
And where is he?'--Hark! from the skies
I hear a voice answer and say,
'The spirit of man never dies:
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He.

What can a man do when a woman's perverse,
And determined to have her own way?
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I love the night when the moon streams bright
On flowers that drink the dew--
When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
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O Love! the mischief thou hast done!
Thou god of pleasure and of pain!--
None can escape thee--yes there's one--
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