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James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

401. To My Old Friend, William Leachman 4/9/2010
402. To Robert Burns 4/9/2010
403. To Santa Claus 4/9/2010
404. To The Judge 4/9/2010
405. To The Serenader 4/9/2010
406. Told By 4/9/2010
407. Tom Johnson's Quit 4/9/2010
408. Tom Van Arden 4/9/2010
409. Tugg Martin 4/9/2010
410. Uncle Mart's Poem 4/9/2010
411. Unless 1/3/2003
412. Up And Down Old Brandywine 4/9/2010
413. Wait For The Morning 4/9/2010
414. Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die 4/9/2010
415. Want To Be Whur Mother Is 4/9/2010
416. Wash Lowry's Reminiscence 4/9/2010
417. We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile 4/9/2010
418. We Must Believe 4/9/2010
419. We Must Get Home 4/9/2010
420. We to Sigh Instead of Sing 1/3/2003

A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
   Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
   And all gratitude, I stay
   Yet to press their hands and say,

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