AND what shall be the song to-night,
If song there needs must be?
If every year that brings us here
Must steal an hour from me?
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No more the summer floweret charms,
The leaves will soon be sere,
And Autumn folds his jewelled arms
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'HAIL, Columbia! Happy land!
Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band,
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WE trust and fear, we question and believe,
From life's dark threads a trembling faith to weave,
Frail as the web that misty night has spun,
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NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,
The stars are out,--full well we know
The nurse is on the stair,
With hand of ice and cheek of snow,
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1819-1891
THOU shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir
That filled our groves with music till the day
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THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
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'T is midnight: through my troubled dream
Loud wails the tempest's cry;
Before the gale, with tattered sail,
A ship goes plunging by.
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Now, by the blessed Paphian queen,
Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen;
By every name I cut on bark
Before my morning star grew dark;
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I'M not a chicken; I have seen
Full many a chill September,
And though I was a youngster then,
That gale I well remember;
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