Horatio Alger Jr Poems

Fair Harvard, the months have accomplished their round
And a year stands full-orbed and complete,
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There's a fountain of Fable whose magical power
Time's ravages all could repair,
And replace the bowed form and the tottering step,
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'Tis just three months and eke a day,
Since in the meadows, raking hay,
On looking up I chanced to see
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From the door of the homestead the mother looks forth,
With a glance half of hope, half of fear,
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This verdant field that smiles to Heaven
In Nature's bright array,
From common uses set apart,
We consecrate to-day.
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Friar Anselmo (God's grace may he win!)
Committed one sad day a deadly sin;

Which being done he drew back, self-abhorred,
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Throw open wide your golden gates,
O poet-landed month of June,
And waft me, on your spicy breath,
The melody of birds in tune.
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KING COTTON looks from his window
Towards the westering sun,
And he marks, with an anguished horror,
That his race is almost run.
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'DEAR Charlie,' breathed a soldier,
'O comrade true and tried,
Who in the heat of battle
Pressed closely to my side;
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A violet grew by the river-side,
And gladdened all hearts with its bloom;
While over the fields, on the scented air,
It breathed a rich perfume.
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