King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
His sword was hammering so fast,
Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;
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NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,
And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.
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The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
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I.
Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful,
Heart so full of care and cumber,
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Now Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost, and cold and rain,
And clothes him in the embroidery
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IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,
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MONEY
Whereunto is money good?
Who has it not wants hardihood,
Who has it has much trouble and care,
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O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;
It flows for rich and poor the same.
Then go thy way, remembering still
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At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner.
When the dying flame of day
Through the chancel shot its ray,
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By his evening fire the artist
Pondered o'er his secret shame;
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,
Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.
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