Samuel Alfred Beadle Poems

Tomorrow 's but a dream, dear Alice,
In truth, it never appears;
The past, a tenantless old palace,
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Once a wee bit baby darling,
Pure as beauty, sweet as grace,
Sat upon my knee and thrilled me
With her rare bewitching face;
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I saw sweep out of the unknown
A worthy sunlit bark, alone,
By eddies dallied and then thrown
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Many and many a merry day,
Under the oak tree's shade,
We children tripped it out to play,
Happy, blithe and gay;
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Come, tripping, tripping, tripping, oh,
On the light fantastic toe;
And we'll tread the royal measure,
Down the aisles of wit and pleasure,
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Last night I lay dozing
When in there came,
And sat beside me, posing,
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I sought her in the woodland
Where the dogwood blossoms blow,
And thought I had her cornered
Where the little rill doth flow,
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Eden, lost to all but fancy,
Was it ever aught but legend
Handed down from sire to son,
As descriptive of the region,
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As I strive to lift the burden,
When intense becomes the strife,
If you are friendly, brother,
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Nannie, she is dearer far
Than all the girls I know,
For when the cook deserts her ma
And swears she'll work no more,
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