Samuel Griswold Goodrich Poems

When man from Paradise was driven,
And thorns around his pathway sprung,
Sweet Mercy wandering there from heaven
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The shore hath blent with the distant skies,
O'er the bend of the crested seas,
And the leaning ship in her pathway flies,
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I.

I'll tell you a Fairy Tale that's new:
How the merry Elves o'er the ocean flew
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The sun has sunk behind the hills,
The shadows o'er the landscape creep;
A drowsy sound the woodland fills,
And nature folds her arms to sleep:
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I.

As down life's morning stream we glide,
Full oft some Flower stoops o'er its side,
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When I was young--long, long ago--
I dreamed myself among the flowers;
And fancy drew the picture so,
They seemed like Fairies in their bowers.
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Life is a journey, and its fairest flowers
Lie in our path beneath pride's trampling feet;
Oh, let us stoop to virtue's humble bowers,
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Oh think not with love's soft token,
Or music my heart to thrill--
For its strings--its strings are broken,
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In days of yore, while yet the world was new,
And all around was beautiful to view--
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In midnight dreams the Wizard came,
And beckoned me away--
With tempting hopes of wealth and fame,
He cheered my lonely way.
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