Hattie Howard Poems

If all the sermons good men preach
And all the precepts that they teach
Were gathered into one
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By helpful fingers taught to twine
Around its trellis, grew
A delicate and dainty vine;
The bursting bud, its blossom sign,
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The salt of the earth--what a meaningful phrase
From the lips of the Saviour, and one that conveys
A sense of the need of a substance saline
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Fair summer home peninsula,
Enriched by every breeze
From fragrant islands, wafted far
Across the sunny seas!
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O charming blossom of the sea
Atlantic waters bosomed in!
Abiding-place of gayety,
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Of all the lovely blossoms
That decorate the trees,
And shower down their petals
With every breath of breeze,
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Around my vine-wreathed portico,
At evening, there's a perfect glow
Of little lights a-flashing--
As if the stellar bodies had
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Sometimes I long to write an ode
And magnify his name,
The man of honor, on the road
To opulence and fame,
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Midway upon the lawn it stands,
So picturesque and pretty;
Upreared by patient artist hands,
Admired of all the city;
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From other men he stands apart,
Wrapped in sublimity of thought
Where futile fancies enter not;
With starlike purpose pressing on
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